I glad you are here, muddy boots and all. Please excuse the mess, this is my first time doing any of this and sadly, the only and the last. Nobody before or after me will do it the same, either... Lean back, stretch your arms out and let it wash over you like a warm wind, a cold wave.
When so much of the world revolves around the feel-good, you-can, go-get-em-champ way of looking (or pretending to look) at the world, it's refreshing to read something that climbs into the real mud of life, even if we're not 100% on board with the perspective.
I glad you are here, muddy boots and all. Please excuse the mess, this is my first time doing any of this and sadly, the only and the last. Nobody before or after me will do it the same, either... Lean back, stretch your arms out and let it wash over you like a warm wind, a cold wave.
I understand this. Learned every one is a statistic of just one.
Life turns on a dime, not on schedule.
When so much of the world revolves around the feel-good, you-can, go-get-em-champ way of looking (or pretending to look) at the world, it's refreshing to read something that climbs into the real mud of life, even if we're not 100% on board with the perspective.
DL Lawrence… his review of The Scarlet Letter, where nobody wears muddy boots. I don’t like literature where there is no mud…