poetry
A town everyone hates, yet no one leaves...
Tales from the Barn door
Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer
Because once you get off this road, there's just no getting back on
from Morgan Bradham
There are 24hrs in a day, here are mine.
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
Because once you get off this road, there's just no getting back on
Another Good Day in Rural America © 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017 Ann Aikens ~ all rights reserved
Week-size morsels of the stuff we eat
poetry
A town everyone hates, yet no one leaves...
Tales from the Barn door
Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer
Because once you get off this road, there's just no getting back on
from Morgan Bradham
There are 24hrs in a day, here are mine.
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
Because once you get off this road, there's just no getting back on
Another Good Day in Rural America © 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017 Ann Aikens ~ all rights reserved
Week-size morsels of the stuff we eat
Just goes to show how important a well -placed word of appreciation can be! Sounds like it came just when you were needing it, Terry!
Love reading your blog every day… So personal and yet so universal!
no, thank YOU!!! you never cease to inspire, t… xo
I had to look up agapic… That’s a nice philosophical take on the Fat Lady; but the truth is I really do just write for this fat lady named Sadie who lives down the street by a swampy park area infested with flies. Every day I put up a post she tosses me one of her ring dings as I walk by. Kind of a Pavlovian thing….
ha ha! you’re funny Bri-Bri but you can’t fool ME 🙂
Speaking as another daily blogger, I don’t think I write out of agape. If I write for any form of love, it’s storge, affection for the words I bring forth, words only a mother could love.
hey where can I see that blog of yours again??