Gathering On The Mount

12/21/12. Midnight… Yeah, rubber boots, what I decided to go down in. We paused, looking at the sky, my beloved and I, to get a good view. The sky was not particularly biblical, so we returned somewhat disappointed. There were no indications of gamma ray toastus or meteorites. No evidence of reptile people. Nary a … Read more

Let Me Taste Your Wares

 Gaboo recalls an autumn experience for this thanksgiving season…   Part-time job picking apples for one of my old man’s bar buddies. The guy owned a stitch on a hillside and procured himself a decent crop. A country drive, and Mr Apples is showing me the trees. Says “pick down this row,” and demonstrates how … Read more

Hurricane Sandy: M Dawn Reports

When Hurricane Sandy hit the Caribbean we hardly noticed. She was just a blip on the world radar, a ten second blurb on the evening news. She was a tropical storm then, meandering up the coast, traveling at a mere thirteen miles per hour. Late last week, our newscaster pulled us in to look at … Read more

Scariest Animals

A tale trilogy from Gaboo… Tale Of Two Chickens Two chickens, both from the same flock, and raised for eggs. One is sexier, smaller, with better color in feathers. The other is bigger, smarter, and plays the angle. There are two more hens, but they’re older, meaner, and they gossip. Now, of the two youngin’s, … Read more

You Are Never Nothing

Everything you do affects. By merely living you have affected. From planning your arrival, through post-natal, and your formative yeas, you will alter us all and continue to affect long after you depart and your body rests. Never think you are nothing or a waste. Your living has affected us. To each is given life … Read more

Summer Memories – Discovery

There is a mountain range that slips into a deep, wide river. From up top, creeks and tributaries bring down the sediment and wash. The power of water and gravity is evident in tossed logs and boulders. One of these creeks turns into a wide alluvial plain, a sand bar, as it joins the larger. … Read more

A Father’s Hands

A Father’s Hands My father’s hands did many things. He was a butcher and so his hands were nicked and scarred and very strong. His knuckles were often swollen and red, but remarkably the nails manicured and clean. I think he was quite proud of them. I remember the last couple years of his life, … Read more

Summer Memories – Old Red Barn

Let’s travel with Adrienne to her youth, when the pastime was having time. …   Old Red Barn Adrienne S Moody We loved eating berries. Choke cherries ~ little red berries with a tiny pit inside that were so sour your lips pursed together in response. No Name Berries ~ perhaps they were inedible to … Read more

Summer Memories – Birch Bark

In our ongoing collection of Summer Memories, Jac takes us to a glade where stories grow. … Birch Bark Jac Do you remember?  Was there any more glorious feeling than cool birch bark sliding under hands and bare feet, across summer clothing exposed body parts, soft and scratchy with thousands of tickly frayed edges?  Maybe, … Read more

Summer Memories – Family Reunion

In our ongoing collection of Summer Memories, M Dawn takes us on a journey to a special place and time. …   Summer Family Reunion M Dawn Thacker   My grandmother cooked the best fried chicken, baked beans, and candied yams. Her potato salad put others’ to shame and her country ham biscuits disappeared from … Read more

Summer Memories with Adrienne

  Love to Summer I dream of the sun and warm temperatures. Sunglasses and sunscreen. Warm sand between my toes. Bobbing in the waves. Beach walking. Summer love? I would love to know the smell of summer where you grew up. How hot did it get? What did you spend those summers doing? What childhood … Read more

Another Little Account

Prior post, Odd Little Account. Heads up, touching on fear below. Angst alert. Life. The hollow, peering out. I have this overwhelming need for control, to never lose one. I know many here understand this, all people touch it, and in the work you do. It’s so precious, the chance at experience for each of … Read more

Odd Little Account

I was thinking about change. Simple changes, breaking patterns (I don’t mean political change or social change, I mean personal alteration). I think people have a hard time with changing their habits and routines. Even if their current behavior is detrimental. People seem accustomed to familiarity and perhaps they find some security in doing a … Read more

At The Controls Of Spaceship Earth

  I think flying insects see us as yesterday, like buildings. When I walk past a building I know it wasn’t built today. It’s slow and barely changes. It’s from yesterday. Would trees see us as brash, surprising? I think crawling bugs see us as buildings that walk. I was thinking a lot about our … Read more