Fret

My obligations pile up faster than I can deal with them, and I don’t know what I’m going to do. Although I don’t sweat, I can feel my hot spots revving into high gear. My pulse is racing, and I want either a mud bath or a huge bunch of bananas. You can’t fight instinct sometimes. Personal comfort has to Read More

Creatures Give Advice (Book Review)

Today our resident pachyderms make way for the delightful inhabitants of Roppotucha Greenberg‘s Creatures Give Advice (available in paperback and ebook formats). Though elephants never fret, they do worry and wonder. And Creatures Give Advice packs enough wisdom and whimsy to satisfy even the most elephantine imagination. Advice Bureau Things didn’t always go to plan. Last Tuesday, for instance… Finding Read More

Fireworks

by Christine Taylor Some nights we sit up peer at the sky through the blinds we don’t know if what we hear   is what we think we hear:      thunder               construction          fireworks   bullets. I remind him   today is June 14, Flag Day certainly a cause for celebration he sets his beer bottle   on the Read More

Fretful Baking

We present this fretful baking tableau in gratitude for Elephants Never Fret by Roppotucha Greenberg. Here’s one more sample, in case we’ve not yet convinced you to read the full story: I stop feeling guilty for existing. Instead I think: maybe other people are people with stories of their own, my elephantine worries about them notwithstanding. – Elephants Never Fret, Read More

Fretful Baking
We present this fretful baking tableau in gratitude for Elephants Never Fret by Roppotucha Greenberg. Here’s one more sample, in case we’ve not yet convinced you to read the full story:

I stop feeling guilty for existing. Instead I think: maybe other people are people with stories of their own, my elephantine worries about them notwithstanding. – Elephants Never Fret, Roppotucha Greenberg

Roppotucha also contributed the delightful baker above, while the mug came from Primitive Beginnings.

Elephants Never Fret

by Roppotucha Greenberg She takes my death out of the oven, wraps it in a clean towel, and smiles. “Drink your tea,” she says, “let it rest a bit.” The thing in the towel and I rest a little bit. I came because therapy feels like drowning. The mug laughs at me as I drink. This feels good.  “I am Read More