go fly a kite.

The truth is when I blog I worry about telling the truth.

Is it embroidering or is this what happened?

On the internet people are prone to pick you apart

See you at the park, remind you what you did last week.

There are times when the truth turns your skin inside out

Singes the fine hairs on your good humor.

We all have our own truths, and then there are facts.

We have certainties we weigh over and over

A raccoon turning a stone in gloved hands, honing down to the point.

If people don’t want want to believe it, they can go fly a kite.

I have a post up at Sense of Story this week, an ersatz sourdough recipe, check it out!

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