
Queer Promises
All I could say to myself was, “Why would people want to prevent others from making promises to God and others?” In 2020, a “certificate
All I could say to myself was, “Why would people want to prevent others from making promises to God and others?” In 2020, a “certificate
For someone who’s always loved school, attended school for what feels like forever, parents children who are in school, is married to a middle school
Communal dinners always brought me out of my comfort zone on the Camino. I generally walked alone and solitude was my focus. On this night
We recently stumbled into an unknown and unexpected place. . . the world of dog shows. After the death of our much-loved large breed dog, we
I am not a rock climber. In my childhood out in the fields and forests of northwestern Ontario, I was a capable and confident tree
I’ve seen this before, deer flies bold enough and brazen. You hear them, pounding themselves on the windshield and against the door and laying siege
Don’t get me wrong: I’ve always been more of a dog person. And as a lifelong single woman, my preferred terms have become “fun aunt”
Apparently I don’t really know what the word “wooly” means. Dictionaries tell me it means vague and confused. I’ve always liked the word wooly. I
I had walked past it numerous times and never paid it much attention. But this time I stopped because something peculiar had caught my eye.
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