The Sausage-Making of it All
Stooped like Quasimodo, I trudge the dusty, uphill trail, mentally listing the reasons why trekking in the heat is a dumb idea. The scorching sun makes every step a strain,
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My Sacrifices for Art.
As I extract the weeds still stuck to my clammy palm, beads of my sweat drip onto the other greenery I’ve just plopped onto the table. I stand in admiration of my plunder, the bounty of another urban foraging escapade. I’m pretty
…Getting Away from it All, including the Eco-Guilt
Yawn. Don’t mind me. I’m just back from a lovely road trip, and I’m not really back yet. I’ve always struggled with returning to
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Today, I had it out with my garden hose. I’m not proud of it, but I’m in a confessional mood. I’d like to say I won, but that would be like saying I beat myself in a fist
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Say what you will about my digital addictions because it’s all true. I give my phone more attention than my appearance. I troll Twitter instead of taking those “mini meditation moments” I’m always recommending to myself. Interrupt me
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