We all make mistakes. We take wrong turns. We choose poorly. We accidentally give sentience and ambulation to a ring of death cap mushrooms. The point is to learn and forgive ourselves.

The tip of my nose is itchy this morning and you know what that means! Yep! A clump of moss is singing a song about me. #Blessed

Look, I only turned you into a worm to prove I would still love you.

“But Daddy, I can fix him,” No! Make him weirder. blasphemous. Twisted. Non-Euclidean. Stop thinking small.

It’s not a bad life….

Peace and Love are fruits that grow where they are tended by many hands. If you cannot find them where you are, nor make them take root, it may be time to search elsewhere.

You don’t have to go to Thanksgiving. You don’t even have to tell them why.

Ooops.

My book is listed as one of the best horror books of the year in The New York Times!!!! nytimes.com/2024/12/07/boo…

Here is your New Year's resolution: do not give up. Do not give up.

Here we go again! An excellent end to the year.

Some of us are feeling defeated by today’s events. Today is grim, yes, but I promise you we’re not done. Not by a long shot! Credits: @wetfromsobbing.bsky.social turned me on to this Leslie J. Anderson poem.

Writing is an incredible act of hope. Every word creates a future in which it might be read.

Do the next right thing and the next thing right.

May the curse we bear this year produce an important lesson and a friendship with a talking crow.

Phew. Finally finished making voodoo dolls of all of you. Now I can start giving out forehand kisses.

The tree you loved as a child remembers you. It still breathes for you, knowing the air is traveling miles and miles, helping you live. Keep going.