I love your writing, the way your real life slips in between the words like butter adding so much to dry bread, or like the unseen spices that make the difference between a gourmet spaghetti sauce and

Always, I'm amazed at how much you pack into so few words. His commands each day: why would any sane woman comply? She finds ways to execute each order. You comment: "all three of his commands could

What a great story! Filled with suspense and irony, and that surprise twist at the end. I had never read it before. Clever. :) Thanks for the link!

You're wondering now... Eat Dirt Nah, I don't wanna know. :)

You have lost soooo many loved ones. Brothers, father of your children, mother, the list is so long. God bless you!

The warmongers lining their pockets - the dead with sand in the pockets - My mind kept going back to your poem "Keen" and that shirt pocket in the closet, so, head is not in the game. Raise the

That haiku - it leaped out at me - love it! All the insights. "Nothing else" to blog about, not when the warmongers feed us lies to get us to sit quiet and complacent while they kill kill kill.

Marianne and feltbuzz and all the freewrite team did save a lot of despairing writers from giving up. Also you all gave us an incentive to keep writing. Feedback! The most enticing of all rewards for writing.

Diatomaceous earth - I've had a $20 bag of it since 2019. Came highly recommended by a Steemit writer from the south (@crescendoofpeace) but I couldn't get the dogs to eat it (no matter what I mixed it

Well, I am not biased, and I say your son is drop-dead gorgeous. :) Post more pictures any time. :) :)

Torundel - and Runt de Lot! (Is that an anagram - or just a word jumble) - Of course I remember, and yes, it was a community, a veritable village of people who seem REAL to the reader. Are they really

Ohhh you convey the weight of sorrow, the immediacy of it even a year later (half a century later, their clothing can bring back that same immediacy) - how I feel it with you!!! This, I know, and know

I love your family! Just as I love Bruni (RIP) and Niko (RIP) and Stacey, and her Aunt Jane, and.... All these people I've not met in real life. Today, for the second Monday in a row, I watched a live

I thought so!!! I just couldn't remember which story or how long ago. :)

If powdered eggs worked, what a shame they had to switch eggs out of the mix in order to get past some mental block among the cake mix "cheats" - but that is a whole other kettle of fish. I'm

If that's you in the photo, I see where your son got his good looks! Love the poem. Tough it out. Love can't be taught. Love is being there through thick and thin. Dip that stick in some honey and spread

Roseland Ballroom - @owasco, did you blog about this place, some years ago? Somebody, somewhere, must have; but I can't pinpoint the source of the de ja vous. Love the writeup, @myjob, and man, that son

Somewhere (and I cannot find it again now), I read that cutting the tree in half will do the trick. Might have to repeat. I've dug out the seedlings (pull pull pull all the roots), and just cut the

Ah, to suffer ourselves - the burden of being myself - I who try not to inflict myself on the society of others must endure my own society. Your opening line really speaks to me. Maybe you didn't intend

Oh how sad - outnumbered, out-voted, and watching Mom go to a bad place. I just cannot even imagine. I have one sister left. One. And she isn't speaking to me. (I'm not even sure why.) Grief does weird