First there was one chicken, Ducky. She was given to us by a friend who’s chickens were pecking poor Ducky to bits while she molted and recovered from a possum bite. The life of a chicken isn’t kind, my friends.…
In elementary school we were encouraged to wear the ethnic costume of our ancestors. This is the true measure of how ours is a country of immigrants–everyone can always say they are from somewhere else, with the exception of the…
Here’s my resolution, straight up and unfiltered: more better writing. I mean more in the quantity way, better in the quality way, and more better in the mo’ bettah way. First, this means an increase in frequency since, after all,…