One week. Five states. The Missus, me, and two enormous dogs in a tiny teardrop trailer. Everywhere we went, people asked us the same question.
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To Encourage The Others
What does splitting firewood have to do with eighteenth century British Admirals and present day Afghanistan? I’m glad you asked!
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Dear Potsie; Please Adopt Me
Trying to get my art-career off the ground has been a long and disappointing challenge. It seems I keep getting pushed aside by those with more marketing savvy.
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Confession: I Beat My Mother
I’ve lived out here in your woods for twenty-two years, and if I’ve learned anything at all I’ve learned to not take shit from Mother Nature.