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Animals Anonymous – A Mother’s Day Mini Play
Setting: The small drab auditorium of an old elementary school or church. Our hero stands at the podium addressing a sorry-looking bunch of mild-mannered men hunched over in their metal folding chairs. Our Hero: Hi, I’m a recovering animal. A chorus of grumbling Hello’s and Welcomes bubble up like simmering lava. Our Hero: As most … Continue reading
I’m Fat as Hell and I’m Not Going to Take it Anymore
Or maybe I am. Who knows? I need to drop at least twenty pounds but my body refuses to budge, maybe because those cravings for my old favorite addictions keep coming back, and every once in a great while, I give in. My body is apparently at that age where months can pass by without … Continue reading
Last Hike (with a true tree hugger)
We put our snowshoes on and stepped down the wobbly tree-trunk steps of my brother Mike’s tattered, mouse-infested house, and trudged through the thick snow, past the wood piles and doorless outhouse (always a delight in mid-winter), and over the top of his abandoned vehicles – a few exposed windows peeking out from under the … Continue reading
What I would ask the presidential candidates if I could
We live on a planet that uses the concept of balance as an operating system, as can be seen by how our bodies function, how ecosystems are kept in balance through predation and competition, how even our government (interestingly enough), is set up as a balanced system, hoping to find the best solutions through compromise … Continue reading
Tree Wisdom
(finally, some high-brow literature..) My spiritual advisor taught me how to communicate with trees, but my first attempt didn’t go over to well. That tree you sent me to told me to get lost. She gave me a look of disdain. What did you say to upset it? Nothing, I did just as you described. … Continue reading
Awakening to Nature
Story excerpt I got better at seeing all of the commotion around me, the entire metropolis of activity. All that mattered was movement: a leaf bobbing from a drop of rain or a hanging spider; a mist or fog or an invisible plume of airplane pollutants dispersing through the canopy like a fine rain, filtering … Continue reading
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