Eat crow, scratch the itch or die trying

Some of my best comebacks occur to me only after the argument has ended. I do not act on it. Obviously, that will be childish and ineffective. It is tempting, though. Especially, when I am dealing with road rage caused by mouthy traffic violators. I tend to lose my cool around them. Many a time... Continue Reading →

Darkness, be my laundry detergent

The mirror cracks loud enough for wrists to bleed; "only one of us must remain ugly," mumbled he. Velvet-Fronted Nuthatches seem like angry birds. I have seen them enact 1950s gangster movie scenes with flycatchers and minivets. I can't speak their language but it seemed as though the nuthatches had started most of the fights. They also... Continue Reading →

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