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“Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.” Austin O’Malley Early this morning I awake to a murder of crows hiding out in my magnolia tree probably trying to verify if the heady conspiracy of an extra garbage day is true or not. I listen to their crazy banter as […]

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I’ve come to believe the gift of storytelling is our most evolved attribute as a species, the heritage of humanity if you will, but the truth is our most powerful stories often come about as a result of something tragic. They emerge unexpectedly, as if Moses from a basket in the river of time, swaddled […]

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I am settling into retirement as if a bull in the chute before a rodeo. All I can say is someone was a little overzealous with the flank strap.  All I do is run in circles creating dust, bucking the system, and getting nowhere.  Oh, and my cowboy, has been avidly vocalizing his displeasure with […]