Meet Nike, my little plastic chicken. Nike sits in front of me each day, right below my computer monitor. Whenever I face a fearful situation, this yellow toy chicken reminds me to face my fear and “Just Do It”. So, OK, my Nike was kinda named after THAT Nike. But the original Nike is a winged Greek goddess. How cool is that? Since I look at my plastic Nike so much, I Continue Reading
What Kind of a Chicken Are You?
Three chickens trembled outside the monster’s cave. Their bravado, exhibited back in town when they declared they’d face the beast, had faded with each step away from the safety of the village. Now, they quivered together in terror. The largest chicken recovered first. “I’ll confront the monster. I’m not scared.” He marched to the cave entrance, shoulders back. The Continue Reading
Alone in a Tent, or Am I?
There is something in my tent. I know there is. For two nights now, that soft scratching noise has come from that corner of the tent. That corner just happens to have the supposedly empty stuff sacks the tent was packed in, all jammed inside the largest stuff sack. I look anxiously at the bags. Yes. The sound is definitely coming from there. Wait. Did the bag just move? Is Continue Reading