Core Life philosophy: You are what you eat!


This is

not a paid


The colorful painted

rustic, wooden mural

caught my eyes.

Bone broth


All Day.

Scratch made,


“real food”

GMO free

Gluten free dressings

Eating clean & green at its best.

I am hoping some may remember

the Thursday’s Doors post with

Core Life restaurant featured.

How are you doing with my

suggestion of switching

a few choices, making

exchanges in your

grocery cart?




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The Silent Shepherds

Maverick Mist


The Silent Shepherds
Robinson Jeffers
I will have shepherds for my philosophers,
Tall dreary men lying on the hills all night
Watching the stars, let their dogs watch the sheep. And I’ll have
For my poets, strolling from farm to farm, wild liars distorting
The country news into supernaturalism–
For all men to such minds are devils or gods–and that increases
Man’s dignity, man’s importance, necessary lies
Best told by fools.



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Ford the river? Hunt for food? Rebecca has Typhus. Rebecca has died. 


Here is the story of my recent unexpectedly lengthy and bodily-fluid-soaked sojourn from St. Louis, MO, to see my parents in my hometown of Eugene, OR, with visual aids.


(Henry and Emily are my names for the couple in the row in front of us on our very ill-fated second flight, from Denver to Eugene. I AM GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF. They absolutely reeked of weed. I’m sure their real names were Amarynth and BlissDemon, but I can’t be too annoyed with them, because they spent four hours sandwiched between toddler rows. AHEAD OF MYSELF. THIS IS NON-LINEAR NARRATIVE OREGON TRAIL, ALL RIGHT, BITCHES? GET OFF MY BACK.)

I choose December, motherfuckers, because that is by far the best month to climb into a sealed disease vector, careen up to 35,000 feet, parch my membranes, and then wait to see if the weather the airline 100% knew was happening when…

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