Thursday, Hers Day in the Dust Bowl

Get ready to uncover the remarkable tale of Florence Owens Thompson, a resilient woman who endured through the grueling trials of the Great Depression and Dust Bowl. But before we delve into her story, let’s dig into the haunting historical background of the catastrophic events that shaped her life. The Great Depression, a devastating global

Surviving Tiger Lily (Part 9)

So we walked. That day, we carefully picked our way over first mammoth tree roots in the dense jungle, so shaded that I wrapped a buckskin shawl around my arms, then later stripped down to my hairpipe breastplate and wrapped my feet in reeds to protect from the imminent scorching desert sands as the vegetation became almost nonexistent.   As

Surviving Tiger Lily (part 3)

I had no idea where I was going but knew that, in order to start truly hunting the beast, we’d need a stroke of luck. The Neversabre could be in any one of the several terrains in on our isle. There’s only one place that has crunchy leafed deciduous forests, frosted tundra where the next

Installation #6

“Oh no! Oh, shit! You’re inside my body,” Gregory said, her hysteria making her forget to keep her internal voice quiet. Her words ricocheted in her head, bouncing off imaginary walls like the beat off a hide drum. She did not like this. “Gregory, I’m dead and you’re giving me a headache. That shouldn’t be

Chapter two? Maybe just installation #5

“It’s a miracle you are alive, really. Between broken bones, the swelling of several internal organs, as well as a concussion to rival anything doled out in the NFL, my only conclusion is that you are either incredibly lucky or someone out there is looking out for you in tremendous ways,” the doctor said, looking

Serial Chapter 2, Part 1

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Gregory tried to open her eyes but couldn’t. She wanted to fade back into the opaque blackness that had enshrouded her for who knew how long. Even without anything to focus on, everything hurt. She was aware of the existence of all of her limbs, only because each throbbed

Just a break, but not a breakup

I’ve taken a little break from updating my free to read serial on this blog. If you’ve been following Gregory the girl’s story and are waiting, sorry. It’s just a break and not a breakup. I’ll get back to her soon. The reason for the breather is twofold. One is that we went on a