February 27 • 2026
On the table are tulips, a gift from Jennifer, the cashier at Trader Joe's.
Through the kitchen window, birds at the feeder.
finch
wren.
sometimes the woodpecker.
Fat squirrel watching from the tilted wooden fence.
Beyond that Olivia and Makayla with their Dad, starting their morning walk to school, past the sage and cacti and pillowy lavender bushes in front of Anne's house.
Looking east, there's snow and mountains and Minnesota. There's Renee Good. Dead body slumped in the front seat of her car, shot by a rabid ICE thug.
It was a Wednesday morning. She'd just dropped her six year old son at school.
She said, "It's okay, Dude. I'm not mad at you."
Renee was smiling.
He shot her in the face.
He said, "Fucking bitch."
She was executed in broad daylight.
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I'm still back there.
These are strange times and it’s unsettling to see how much these thugs are getting away with
ReplyDeleteStrange and frightening. Thanks for stopping by to say hello and for being a force for good in the world 🕊️
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