I'm out in the yard, with a shovel, sipping red zin, watching the skies (wait for it)....like a hawk. And, for the hawk. I'm full on alert, ready to do battle if it comes to that, although I would prefer to not harm to a gorgeous raptor. That said, I'm keeping four feet between myself and the chickens. I hear everything. Every squirrel. Every different bird cry. See the cardinal pair that … [Read more...]
Spring Chickens
March 25, 2013 By
So I am the tender of a tender flock of chickens: some mundane, some fancy-pants. And I quite adore them. Someone asked me today: “Why do you have chickens?” It’s a fine question. I live in the City of Atlanta, after all. This woman lives in the southern burbs, so it was a supreme mystery to her. My first reply is because I’ve always wanted them. I have. My ex had a … [Read more...]
Pink, the Rocker, a Role Model for My Daughter?
March 3, 2013 By
Last night, in Atlanta, we went to see Pink in concert. I had just said the week before that I would love to see Pink. I think she’s cool, real, and unfiltered with great catchy melodies. I hadn't really thought anything much beyond that, except that I connected with her music. And we were at our dear friend’s birthday party and they had tickets to Pink that they couldn't use. They had ski … [Read more...]
You Can Lead a Horse to Wine (and She Will Drink)
January 21, 2013 By
Clif is lean, handsome, and lovely: my dear chap. He has put up with my uncensored crap for nearly 17 years. And we do a good job of getting together regularly and keeping in touch. In fact, I probably wouldn’t be writing this, if not for Clif blowing all kinds of smoke up my self-esteem. He encourages me to put all of my wacky stories to the page. He says that the stuff that happens to me … [Read more...]
