• Ella and the Art of Safety

    I’ve written lot about my chickens, how they burst into my life and insisted on teaching me to expand, to grow, to learn to love, to learn to change, to learn to trust, to learn to accept, to heal. Each of them fixed a beady eye on me and demanded that I evolve. When they arrived, a skinny, scabby, shabby, scrawny huddle…

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The Whole Truth, Nothing but the Truth

Our society is obsessed with truth. We hold sacred the truth for the good of all. I am no exception. If I discover even a mild deception, my immediate reaction is to condemn that person to death. I just don’t understand why anyone would…

MyMaria

Days pass and each day I think today I will write my eulogy to you. And still days pass. It's not that I can't think of what to say, no. It's quite the contrary. There is so much to say to you. There's nothing that you don't know, but this…
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Nil by mouth

Gary said, of my last blog “why do you always write about such misery?” I tried to think of the happy things I could write about, and despite my apparently miserable content, there are many, many happy things I could write about, but…