If you have ever spent any time listening to me, you may have noticed that randomly included “back stories” are my thing. I might start by telling you that funny thing that happened yesterday after work and end up diving into 4 additional autobiographical tales, each containing their own parenthetical sub narratives.  Let’s do some “for-exampling.” Exhibit A, if it please the… Read more

Monday comes but once a week,  but doesn’t it feel like its a 3-4 day streak? Tuesday through Thursday is a long foggy blur, but then Friday arrives, if you can endure. Saturday and Sunday zip by like a jet, then its Monday again…Is it Friday yet??? Until Next Time, Your Friend, Tracy Read more

Morning too bright, No clouds in sight. Weather apps say, “No rain today.” I’m boiling. I’m baking. Soon I’ll be leather. Is there no pardon, To this sentence of hellish weather?   In fairness, to the weather, I feel I must remark. When tortured by the heat, I let my annoyance spark. But today from… Read more

Have you ever noticed how night feels? It’s so much “deeper” and holds more freedom than day. “Quieter” but not in an auditory way, especially where I live in the c-c-c-country (stuttering implying how far back back back in said country), because crickets, cicadas, whatever all that noise comes from is not quiet. But it… Read more

When people get old; They smell funny. Baby smells like powder, all soft with clean fresh skin. Mama smells like marshmallows, apples and cinnamon. Daddy smells like dial soap, after shave and minty gum. But grandpa smells like moth balls, muscle rub and old bay rum. Grandma smells like chicken soup that’s been boiling in a pot. You think she would… Read more

There was a tree in my yard that I liked a lot.  When it fell down I felt quite sad. It fell on my trailer and poked through the roof. But the robin eggs didn’t taste that bad. The hole it made wasn’t too awful big. The branch in my kitchen even had a flower.… Read more

Night has always felt deeper, quieter, and freer to me than day. Not quieter in a literal sense—especially out here in the country, where the insects sound like they’re running heavy machinery—but quieter in spirit. And if night already has that power, then Friday night is the peak of it. Friday is the best day… Read more