A neighbor's home-made Trump 2020 wooden sign is beginning to come apart. The U is broken at the bottom and hanging like two turds about to fall into the porcelain throne. Perhaps the umlaut over it was too heavy. I hope the next letter to fall apart is the T.
Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.
