If You Read Only One Blog This Year

Mosquitos used to die in the winter Now they bite the whole damn year It's the fifteenth of November And it's eighty-five degrees do...

Welp. I might be dying. I know, we all are, right?  Kind of a raw deal.  I should have seen the signs.  A month ago, an 80-year-old lady in ...

"You can still come home/The back shop light stays on/Even though you're grown/You can still come home..." ~ Z. Bryan I taught...

Olivia is probably around 5 or 6 years old. Today she is wearing a long white dress, with green, yellow, blue, and purple designs. Quite fit...

Weather is turning kinder October blowing through A breeze on cooler evenings Coffee with morning dew The burdens that we carry Don't se...

 "July, July, July, you never seemed so strange..." ~ The Decemberists The kids are back in school.  Luke was invited to join the ...

Deep southern boondocks Out just past nowhere Road turns to dust Almost not quite there Slidin' down falls Climbin' up ropes Jumpin...

The title seemed familiar, so I searched my blogchives.  Yup.  June 19, 2010, fifteen years ago to the day, I published a post with this exa...