Fat Free Milk

Haven't been writing on this old friend, here, Fat Free Milk, because of big life changes and a lack of a computer. Revisiting a lot of ...

Each bruise on my body tells a story.

Very small.

Bukowski knew. And I think that I'm just beginning to get it.

Fish and chips at the old pub was a lot better than eating with the blue-haired ladies at Carrows. True, true.

You save our honey bees and I'll spend my time building natural sized cells, and virtually eliminating my Varroa and Tracheal mite probl...

Which one are you? The one I miss now? Or the one I loved before?

Choosing not to write is sometimes the best way to express your feelings.

One day you'll grow up. One day you'll have an important moment of clarity that spirals through your brain and explodes outward thro...