Fat Chance
A skier has broken his leg in a brutal fall. He is gravely injured, but unfortunately he lives in a country where he is not only blamed for breaking his leg, he is denied treatment for it and must...
View ArticleWomen (and Men) Who Run With the Dogs, now with POLL
I walk my dog in the only (to the best of my knowledge) off-leash city park in the state of Wyoming. The land was donated to the city of Casper by the doctor-rancher who homesteaded it to be used as a...
View ArticleFeminisms: Dawn's Choice
A few years back, a fellow ceramics student at Casper College used to come and clean for me because he needed the money and I was damn sick of cleaning my own house. He was argumentative and cavalier...
View ArticleA Day in June
Ten years ago today, my father died in the local hospital after living for over ten years with COPD. He and Mom were four days out from their 49th anniversary—I was 15 away from turning 40. I took care...
View ArticleTell Me A Scary Story!
Last week, after listening to NPR's "Homework" segment wherein there was a call for scary personal tales, I emailed the following story to the host. The story was almost used on the next Homework...
View ArticlePootie Dilemma
I have finally trapped a cat that has been nabbing birds off of my feeder for, well, months. I would like the opinions of some pootie-loving Kossacks as to what to do with this cat now.
View ArticleThe Grieving Room: For Jennifer
I have lunch maybe twice a week at a local dive, a small house-cum-restaurant that has been serving food inside its humble walls for over 50 years. The people who work there are mostly city natives who...
View ArticleSURROUNDED!! My Battle to Reach Kos HQ
When I awoke this morning, I knew it could be a day filled with danger; with Chuck Norris's minions promising panic, disorder and chaos I could only hope to win through until sunset brought calm back...
View ArticleThe Grieving Room: I Miss My Joy
If I felt depressed I would say that I needed to increase the dose of medication I am on. If my outlook was burnt umber-dark—if I felt I am without any kind of future, I would say that I was indeed...
View ArticleZit
I am 52. The passing years have relieved me of most of the horrors of adolescence—seething wrath against the parental entities, the almost carnal need for "he said-she said" exchanges performed in...
View ArticleThe Grieving Room: Some New Insights
A special welcome to anyone who is new to The Grieving Room. We meet every Monday evening. Whether your loss is recent or many years ago, whether you have lost a person or a pet, or even if the person...
View ArticleThe midnight cut
Hey Hollywood. This is blood. It isn’t the corn syrup and food coloring you pour all over the "vic" in "CSI" and it isn’t the strawberry pie gel you smear on the mirror in "Castle." It’s really red and...
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The Grieving Room: Of Dim Light and the Dead
A special welcome to anyone who is new to The Grieving Room. We meet every Monday evening. Whether your loss is recent or many years ago, whether you have lost a person or a pet, or even if the...
View ArticleGlorious June
The moon is low this June, not riding high in fullness like some other months, maybe other Junes. Most of the night is in shadow and not in silvery brightness. Still it is illuminated. The river is...
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The Grieving Room
A special welcome to anyone who is new to The Grieving Room. We meet every Monday evening. Whether your loss is recent or many years ago, whether you have lost a person or a pet, or even if the person...
View ArticleThe Language of Militarism
"The fallen.""Our men and women in uniform.""Brave heroes.""Unsung patriots." We use these tired descriptions every day in speeches, in proclamations, on plaques and dedications. We stand with bowed...
View ArticleMaybe It's True....
....and maybe it isn't. This is what I have seen so far, from my quiet, little introverted world where real birds do the twittering, not politicians or porn stars or bigots with right-wing agendas so...
View ArticleBooks That Changed My Life: Tolkien's Great Work
Like many readers, I first became aquainted with J.R.R.Tolkien’s Middle Earth by way of The Hobbit. I was just entering high school and had already been exposed to the soaring intrumental combinations...
View ArticleIt's Easy
Americans could affectively cripple the teahadists, the Republicans and the banks if they did one thing. They don't have to take to the streets, not yet. They don't have to vote with their feet in...
View ArticleIgnorance and Gender in the Wyoming Women's Center
In April of 2007, I posted a diary in Feminisms, a now-defunct and sorely missed series concerned with women’s issues. The posting was about a friend of mine, Dawn, who after a short lifetime of bad...
View ArticleThis Diary Says It All
I don't post often and this will be short. Kossack VCThree has a blog on which his thoughts flow eloquently, and none so smoothly and ringingly true as this morning's post. He has reproduced it here:
View ArticleBird Count
The local Audobon Christmas bird count is going on today. My neighbor and his counting partner just stopped to scope the hollow snag where a screech owl often shelters. If they had been through ealier,...
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