If you remember nothing else I’ve ever said or ever will say, please remember this: Depression lies. Depression will tell you no one cares. It will tell you everyone would beย better off without you. It will tell you it’s never going to end, it will never get better. Depression lies. Depressionย is a big fat lying […]
My mom once bit a forest ranger. The family had adopted an orphaned fawn, and the ranger came to take it away because it was a wild animal, and she bit him. I don’t know how old she was, but it’s interesting to note that biting runs in the family. My daughter’s a biter too,
Ninja, Sensei, and Sparkle are no more. They have passed on. Shuffled off. They are deceased. They are ex-toads. Their cricket-food sings on, released in the yard after the demise of the intended devourers. Their intended home lies empty (and the old one, in which they died, resides in the dumpster) while their devoted owner
Ode to the Toads (or possibly frogs) Read More ยป