Honey, I love a bit of satire as much as the next person. I've even been known to employ it a time or two myself. But I realized a few years back that the kind of satire I was used to enjoying - that[..]
It was one of those God poetry moments. There we were, having just hiked some rocky butte at Eagle Crest in Central Oregon. We were winding our way down the backside of the Butte when I asked my friend, One Pan Peggy, if she had[..]
I get these emails. No not those spam-things from Nigeria claiming to be some long lost cousin. All my cousins live in Nashville, not Nigeria, anyway. I mean real email. Although, since the advent of Facebook & texting, I don't get as many as I[..]
Kentucky women aren’t supposed to be barren. It goes against every stereotype, every myth ever propagated. Sylvie Garcia reasoned she had to be some kind of genetic throwback to not be able to get pregnant in Kentucky. Do you read short stories? I've[..]
