It's All a Matter of Perspective
99.3% truth, .7% blatant lies. In between lies my perspective on life.
Unlike the Wicked Witch of the West, I won’t melt in the rain. I do draw the line at dodging lightning strikes, and the ones we get around here are killer. I never thought much about them, until seeing the horrified looks on visiting Californian’s faces, once, as lightning struck a highway light pole across Read More …
Lydia woke to the sound of raindrops plinking against the metal chimney in syncopation with Dad’s snoring. Her little brother Ronald called it “snorting” and set an alarm, once, to wake himself at two in the morning to see if he did it, too. He was disappointed. Lydia assured her brother he had no reason to Read More …
It’s been two weeks of unrelenting gray drizzle and drip out there; I’ve forgotten what the sun looks like, but I think it may blind me if it ever peeks out from behind the clouds, again. The world is damp and it feels like brain rot’s about to set in. In fact, the past week Read More …
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