Essays, stories, and side-porch thoughts. Truth, fiction, and whatever leaked through the cracks. Any resemblance to real people or events is accidental, incidental, or none of your concern.
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The Algorithm Is a Rooster Named George
When the Rooster Meets the Duct Tape and the Coffee Mug Why I let him flap, squawk, and peck my toes every single time. Every Tuesday, a rooster named George tries to kill my career. He’s not real, not technically. George is the algorithm — loud, territorial, and convinced the barnyard belongs to him. Every time I post
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The Greenhouse Defense
How I Solved Trespassing with Photosynthesis It started with tuna. Not metaphorical tuna, not some deep literary symbol about scarcity or generosity — no, an actual can of chicken-of-the-sea I cracked open because hubby works as an ambassador for the United Backyard of Wildlife, where the semi-feral cats run a black-ops-style surveillance project. Apparently, their organization is also
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My Sister Calls It “Luxury.” I Call It a Duffel.
What happens when a Louis Vuitton meets a baggage carousel THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO THE NEVERFULL — A travel note on Gate C14 I didn’t kick a puppy; I just set my Louis Vuitton tote on the floor. The way the women looked at me, you’d think I’d drawn a pentagram on the carpet with a lipstick from