Mornings And Other Contagions
A series of unsnarky observations
I Spinach, Therefore I Yam
Thankfully, this headline is for fun, like everything should be
The Bread Also Rises
This is why aprons
Tra-La
Left the house early, into the still morning, heady with fragrance, lilacs practically licking me as I walked up the street, little Daisy humming at my side, and, obviously, commas galore
My Word!
I thesaurussed “thesaurus” and I think it’s extinct now
Dog Years, Blue Moons & Blackouts
I galloped and hurtled all the way home because of that headline. Now let’s see if I can remember why
No is Yesser than Yes
When accompanied by an eloquent explanation
Read This Story
Before I change my mind
The Asshat Bandwagon
Hi Ho Sliver!
These Gifts
Three robins, a lovely ghost, all the words, and make-believe tulips
I sprained my eyes looking for reason
Alas, it’s nowhere in sight, but heigh-fucking-ho anyway an shit like that
All my life I’ve been in situations where I just stand there, shrug, and go “I don’t fucking know”
So here is the outline for my next book: The Awkward Cat’s Guide To Shit You Don’t Have A Clue About But Should
You won’t fall, they said, if you walk like a penguin
It’s lore, man. You ever seen those motherfuckers wipe out?
Change of Fart
Ass you can-can seethe, spellcheck’s back!
Yes, We’re There Yet
Nancy Mae Logan (née Masson)
October 19, 1958 –
February 22, 2022
I Am A Duck Whisperer
Didn’t even know it until I had something to say
