The World is a Blind Man

Dear Diary, The weather has changed, but the ticks are still with us. Not a day goes by that my mom Blue isn’t picking one off my neck. So much fear over a creature that carries disease and suffering in its tiny body. I have seen them lay waste to the pups, but for some…

Musing on This and That

Maya Muses The men are shooting outside the door, pretty close, but far enough to be legal. They should have stopped by now but they ignore the agreement and shoot on into the afternoon. Mom says your word is sacrosanct and that people have lost the importance of keeping their word. The first Agreement of…