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Juicing Joy
I introduced my youngest to the joys of juicing last week. Eager to impress him with Mom’s experimentation skills, I lined up the carrots, apples, lemons, pears, a few other bits and got to gettin’. Wow. Was I amazed.. ..over how I took perfectly good gifts from nature and basically created what tasted like industrial…
They Must Be So Proud
(from some far off sci-fi kind of observatory in the The Above……) I will bet “they” are most excited when they check in on the popular actors, singers and writers amongst us. As they brush junk lunch crumbs off their shirts to jab rolled up lab reports victoriously into the air about the “Eurekah!”” moments…
When Was That?

Can’t Wait
I can not wait. ( I will chase some bitter blues away by sharing the most rude item on my “bucket list” that my ADHD-Aspergian-whatever-the-heck brain can muster.) I can not wait until the vain overseers of our plantation end up in their various nursing homes, unable to care for themselves in their old age.…
This Evil Thing

Donation

And for the saltier tongued appetite….

The Promise of Glittering Specks
The Promise of Glittering Specks some glittering specks in chaff extrusions are vomited out from the guts of reaping machines of perfect vision and efficiency many spit out bits of us post threshing lifeless and light brown stalks stems and seeds some glittering specks cling to the insides of chutes escaping showers of shucks eventually…
Fluffy, Felicity and What Big Sisters Do
Considered a ‘black’ woman as I am (I’m a mix of multiple ethnicities) and deemed “ASD” as I am, I would love to believe that I’m free to express my thoughts in this country without some “master of old” telling me to shut up and sit down. But having had a few of my posts…
