I am the one not in uniform

Lament from an Ex-Scout

A playful critique on camping, scouting, and the future

The magic show

A woman in leather boots and thick socks padded onto stage. She skipped like a comet. Gentle branches embraced her at a distance. People huddled under the blanket of a warm night, in aisles, with an assembly of southern live oaks aching in their wisdom and invisible creatures…