Writing About Unknown People Means I Spend

I Work At Home, In The Country, And Days Will Go By When, Except For My Husband And Son And The Occasional Ups Man, The Only Sentient Creatures That See Me Are My Chickens And Turkeys.

Who On Earth Is Going To Use 'utilize' In A Text Message, A Whopping Seven Characters Including The Always-hard-to-type 'z,' When You Can Say The Exact Same Thing In Three Characters? I Can't Think Of A Sentence In Which 'use' Can't Replace 'utilize.'

Parents, It Seems, Have An Almost Olympian Persistence When It Comes To Suggesting More Secure And Lucrative Lines Of Work For Their Children Who Have The Notion That Writing Is An Actual Profession. I Say This From Experience.

I Love Tearing Things Out Of The Ground. I Love Digging And Discarding. I Love Pruning. In Fact, I Love Pruning So Much That I Once Gave Myself Carpal-tunnel Syndrome Because I Attacked A Trumpet Vine With So Much Dedication.

Every Corny Thing That's Said About Living With Nature - Being In Harmony With The Earth, Feeling The Cycle Of The Seasons - Happens To Be True.