Updated: Nov 16, 2021
I found liberation in a suprising place. So can you.
Let me tell you about the time I fought the squirrels for sole ownership of the backyard persimmons.
“At first, the persimmons were barely visible–smooth, green orbs perfectly camouflaged in the leaves. Then one day, they ignited in a flame of orange. I noticed them. And so did the squirrels...”