I attack my interests with more passion than skill. For instance, my avi is an accidental self-portrait; I was trying to take a picture of a flower.
From the misty marsh wafts a throaty croak,
So many things I would have doneWith courage — just an ounceDecision made to tuck and runMy birthright I renounce
“My nephew got in the ant bed,” a woman said to me. “He’s four. Whenever he sees one, he gets in it. He screams and…