During a camping trip to Mammoth Caves last summer, Sarah and I were snuggled up in our sleeping bags laying in our tent one night. The sounds of the cicadas buzzing inspired musing about how amazing nature is. A sucker for poetic devices, I eventually paired cicadas with singing. The phrase “Why do cicadas sing?” […]
Month: December 2022
My Clean Mug
I washed my mug yesterday. Like, really washed it. With a scrubby. And soap, even. Some may be wondering why I am about to make a big deal about such a routine task. Others may already know about my dirty mug and are appalled that I would do such a thing. That mug wasn’t actually […]