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The tip of the Paper Mate medium rolls across the paper with all the poise of an octopus attempting to free itself from quicksand. (The

As the willow tree wriggles skyward to sip the sun, the wind slinks through it’s flowers in order to scratch it’s own back. Leaning against

The wooly blue ball careens across the floor bouncing off the fridge and then it’s whacked back toward the dryer where it came from by an

“I just ate poop!” “What!?” “I think I just ate poop. I need your help.” This was a real life exchange I had with my wife yesterday.

The Target bags lilting over my work backpack with the sophisticated balance of a free-solo mountain climber. I’ve tucked the Gelson’s bags onto the floor

The beans do their final ecstatic medium roasted dance, popping up and down as they wait their turn to eventually be pulled down into the

The baby’s made a bee line for the dog’s food and water bowls. Crawling across the floor at an expeditious rate. With the breakneck ferocity

There are different kinds of animals  And different kinds of plants.  There are different kinds of ice cream.  And different kinds of ants.    There

Sweat diving headfirst into my gi (or as my wife calls it, “your karate outfit”) like a schoolbus full of kids being let out to