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November 28 – December 2, 2016
Helen’s nerves are still shot — whose aren’t? — and she finds drawing out her worries to be soothing. Goats are soothing too.
The beautiful big old eucalyptus trees in California aren’t native and are pitting eco against eco: welcome visitors? loathed invasives?
What websites should do about commenters is pitting writer against writer: civil conversationalists? smelly trolls? (LWON’s commenters are 99.99% the former and we love ’em.)
PTSD comes in all flavors and from all reasons. Nobody has a certain cure for all of it, but getting outside and looking up couldn’t hurt. Goats are soothing too.
No one, I promise you, has ever seen the universal desire to leave one’s mark in quite this way: from the Voyager’s golden disks to a coyote’s poops.