SouthernPeach

The world they need Lately my boys have been disturbed at bedtime. They are five and a half and big enough that they are used to the regular routine of bath, pajamas, teeth and story but recently after I walk out of the room, turning out the lights, all hell breaks loose. There are tears and faces... Sign in to see full entry.

Guns and the slingers that want them I hate guns. I know about guns. I grew up in Australia where having a gun meant you owned land. Usually a great deal of land which could, at any time, usually after a period of severe drought which happens every three or so years, be overrun with rabbits, feral... Sign in to see full entry.

Song of the Weeping Camel I grew up in Australia with a father, a writer that reads Latin and understands Ulysses and who was highly critical of my English papers, and a mother who painted huge oil canvases and did the laundry with paint on her hands so that blotches of Burnt Umber or Sienna marked... Sign in to see full entry.

Slim Pickings I feed my family trash. Not junk food or even artificial crap but literally food that came out of a trash bin. It’s a dumpster actually. A dumpster that belongs to the only organic, whole food store in Little Rock, where, because of lack of competition, the prices are outrageously... Sign in to see full entry.