a story seb told me today…

once upon a time, there was a little Dante (a robot NASA has developed to explore volcanoes to start and other planets possibly in the future). he went into a volcano, and it exploded. he fell apart! *giggle giggle* and then he added a penname: shannon toughlite. (don’t ask, ’cause i can’t tell ya.)

and i wrote this last semester too

Pumped Out Muscle contraction is chemical. The hand reaches for a pocket in the sheer rock face. “Contract!” says the electrical impulse from the brain. The motor nerve and the muscle meet at the neuromuscular junction. Acetylcholine, a neurotransmitter transfers this message across the junction and is then destroyed by the enzyme acetylcholinesterase. The muscle […]

something from my childhood out of an essay i wrote last semester

What is it that pulls me out of the city and into the so-called wilderness? The comparative silence? And what is it I am listening for in this quiet that we find? Myself? Nature? God? It is all three of these combined because they cannot be separated. Wilderness to me as a young girl, although […]

from the mouths of babes

oren: mommy, put you glasses on. you scaw me. seb: mommy, you need to get new glasses. you’re scary when you look at me with an angry face. oren:  mommy, you make me cwy! seb: mommy, you’re pretty when you smile. oren: something fwum the dawk scawes me! seb: you need to let me have […]