These days I haven’t felt much like writing, or anything else for that matter.
Read moreTime to Throw in the Towel?
I don’t think I’m made of the proper cloth to be a farmer. Getting dirty? Fine. Working hard? I’ll do it all day long. The inevitable loss? No, nope, not for me.
Read moreDuck, Duck, Turkey
For as long as I can remember, I have loved ducks. One of my favorite childhood memories is singing and feeding ducks with my Nana while her brother/my great uncle visited his wife in the hospital. These days I usually stop and chat with any duck I happen to meet, though I now skip giving them unhealthy bread.
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