Fear, falling and four-letter words

I have a bad habit. I curse. More than I should. I don’t know when or how it really started and I’ve been trying to cut back for a while and believe it or not it’s better than it used to be. And seriously, I could have worse habits. Nowadays, the times it happens theContinue reading “Fear, falling and four-letter words”

‘Tis the season of wildlife depression: drive at your own risk

It started like any other Monday morning. I was just driving to work on Interstate 71, travelling at about 75 mph. I was on the phone with my mom, talking about plans for the weekend when it happened. From my right, what looked like a small football that was thrown from the side of theContinue reading “‘Tis the season of wildlife depression: drive at your own risk”