If My Oven Could Curse . . .
If an oven could curse, I am convinced this image conveys what it would say. Here is a thing that not even I, She Who Speaks with Spitting Squirrels, ever expected to write, but here we are:
I am
…Author: Cheryl
Dear readers of MADNESS on the Brink of Eco-Apocalypse:
Here’s a late-breaking update I know you’ve been on the edge of your seats to learn. You know that “Grandma’s brownie recipe” in Chapter 9? The one I so lovingly shared because it reminded me of being warm,
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I am not okay. I am not just talking about my unnatural affection for my compost bin. I am stumbling in a dense fog, wondering where the hell I left my navigation system, my compass,
…Why does everything break at the same time?
Today, it’s the kitchen faucet. The so-called “smart” faucet that turns on automatically whenever it senses nearby movement. Only it’s not so smart now, staring at me blankly, as I wave my hands like the frantic lunatic I surely
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It’s Day Three of navigating Election Day 2024 trauma, and I am in mourning. That’s the best analogy I can conceive for my state of mind, heart and spirit. I’d been experiencing such a strange and wonderful feeling since
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