essays
My several hundred word post about having a stroke didn't go viral. I didn't receive a mountain of condolences or Get Well Soons. The former would have been disturbingly strange. The latter was actually pretty disappointing.
arts
Oracle cards can serve as the medium through which we can listen to ourselves and hear what our inner parts are telling us.
postcards
With love Dichie Please take oil cloth & load off my bed for sister. Love from Mother. Addressed to: Bobbie Haase Box 103 Route >>> 2 Farmville Mich Poststamp: ST JOSEPH AUG 2, 2PM 1921 MICH I'm pretty sure this is someone giving someone else chores
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Something strange had happened. Well, something strange in addition to having a stroke and being in the hospital recovering from it. Social media couldn't have gotten so bad so suddenly. The only thing that had changed since I had last logged on was my brain, but that seemed just so... so simple.
postcards
Kark! Kark! Mr. Elbert Phillippe Coridan, Ind. c/o Edith Avery R.R. Another Elbert postcard! The batch I found has a bunch of these to Mr. Phillippe, so we'll have some of these to go through. The back of the post card is stamped December 29, 1910.
poetry
The sky is too big As if it expanded to hold The years of memories I left behind Packed into boxes As brown as the land Under a sky too big
postcards
How is this card. A fellow gets in a bad shape sometimes, I am hauling wood today Your friend, A.M. Addressed to: Mr. Ellbert Phillippe Bicknell, Indiana R.RH20 I've been wanting to handle this postcard delicately because there are some things that I think about it
essays
As someone with a handful of intersections often talked about in diversity trainings, I sometimes feel a bit like I'm undercover when I attend a training related to an axis of my identity that isn't visible or otherwise obvious about myself.
postcards
Nov 3 '09 Love, you think this card would been appropriate for me to send you about a month ago? I haven't seen Ethel's photos yet, had a jolly time at a social last Fri. night. Had my fortune told. News are as scarce as
cat
"Space food sucks, give chicken." - Norman, probably. The James Webb Telescope images are so glorious compared to the Hubble ones we got when I was a kid. Science is amazing.
postcards
Antique and junk stores give us glimpses into this small world through the things we find there. Lately I've found a not-insignificant number of postcards in them, often postmarked, sent with messages that humanize our precursors.
poetry
There are still roses I planted them in joy And fed them my hope For beauty, peace, and love There are still roses Even though I gave them Way too much coffee And not enough water There are still roses Despite the weeds that grew In the weeks that I