Splat.

Sprawled in the dirt, marveling at a glorious blue sky. Everything's just great! Heh.

Nov 8 • 

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The haunted compost bin

Any excuse to avoid emptying this thing. I don't need the tears.

Nov 3 • 

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September 2025

Where trauma takes you

Four years later, the good is in the everyday

Sep 29 • 

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August 2025

I'm traipsing through Pussy Town expecting to get mugged, raped, killed and/or sucked into the water plant

An adventure in Stacy Park, Trenton's premier-destination-in-progress

Aug 15 • 

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July 2025

June 2025

A mini in the 'hood and a sheep in the stall

Well! That was a bit of a leave of absence, wasn't it?

Jun 19 • 

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April 2025

'She possessed you. And you saw it.'

How about the sound and image quality of these police-vest cameras!

Apr 8 • 

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February 2025

'A threat to the public and herself'

A walk in the woods was supposed to clear my head. But along came ghosts.

Feb 22 • 

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January 2025

Your kindness.

The bracelet arrived yesterday, without a note or any indication of who was so kind.

Jan 30 • 

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You, my brown-eyed girl. Part 2.

My father wanted a deerstalker cap. His death had many downsides, but this wasn't one of them: He didn't get a chance to wear the thing.

Jan 19 • 

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You, my brown-eyed girl. Part 1.

In which the horse leaves us. And here come the damn tears again. Great. Substack thing going "Feed me!" and so I feed. And cry. Oh, cry.

Jan 17 • 

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Stuck. So stuck. Stucky McStuckersons. Then, grief. Shaken awake. Unstuck.

I haven’t ‘stacked in two months. The Mercy Street series was emotionally wrecking. Then came several weeks of work (work that I love, work with…

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