Dookie Takes Pity | Chickens in the Road

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He finally joined Coco off the porch so she didn’t have to feel so alone.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on July 24, 2008 @ 5:05 am

"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading

October 2008
Up north, leaves are peaking; the colors leaking south, bringing summer heat. Trees are like torches. We sleep on porches, sweating, almost forgetting...then awake to flakes. It's trick and treat."