Here is some unsolicited advice from an old woman living in the wilderness of Canada. I mean well. There is something going on in the world that you cared...
And so the Puppet Masters smiled. Now children, it is not difficult. Not difficult at all. There’s this thing called the third option. It always exists. It always has....
Please note this is a humour piece which is not something people may want to read depending on the state of your country and how demoralized/angry you may be...
In the morning, the bobolink sings. It always heartens me—listening to the morning chorus of creatures waking up to the sun singing. Imagine. When was the last time any...
Now, Godot the raccoon, now aptly named Myrtle-Godot arrived plump and tired and fuzzy at dawn for what would be her morning feed. She laid her cool fingers on...
Sylvia Shawcross It is cold again at night and the raccoons that reach their little hands up to the bowl of food are not there under the porch light...
Sylvia Shawcross Out there the freezing rain settles crystals on the high snow and in the trees and dens the animals are warm and dreaming. Inside the people in...
Sylvia Shawcross When you grow older it is almost arduous trying to remember what once was. I was trying to remember when it all happened—when did the world I...
Sylvia Shawcross Now, I was reading something about how anybody who questions things as they are is labelled crazy, aka a conspiracy theorist, and the writer likened that craziness...
Sylvia Shawcross “Oh you better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I’m telling you why—Santa Klaus is coming to town.” John Frederick Coots and Haven...
Sylvia Shawcross The rains of November are cold but the snows of November are colder. It is said that an entire generation of young men from the Ukraine are...
Sylvia Shawcross In late autumn here in the Northern Hemisphere when the wind picks up it is as if the forests themselves are trembling with impending cold. The mostly...
Sylvia Shawcross There is a kind of dark twisted amusement that strikes me sometimes. I don’t know about you. Oh I know. There is not a dang thing funny...