Just Tryin’ to Get Back Home

by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. Certain occupations fascinate me… the guy who rakes the pitcher’s mound between innings at Kauffman Stadium, coffee testers for Starbucks, window washers on cruise ships, the lady who calls you to ask why you missed...

Hard to Fight When You Hug

by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. Chicken in the breadpan pickin’ out dough One more girl and on you go. Don’t be fast and don’t be slow, Chicken in the breadpan pickin’ out dough. And so went the old square dance as I’d watch my folks parade around the old...

Education: Then and Now

by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. My high school band teacher was a madman. I mean that in the kindest possible way, but he was the terror of our little high school. I doubt we had much over a hundred kids in the school but around forty of them were in the...

The Sky is Falling (and Soon!)

by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. Get ready to have a book dropped on your head. The FAA has finally given Amazon permission to test its drone delivery in the United States. Under the Amazonian plan, a human loads the package onto a conveyor belt, which...

Refusing to Turn

by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. It was a big grocery day for me. Four small bags. I realize that for some harried mothers only four sacks of groceries would hardly be worth a trip to the store, but Herb and I are light buyers, foolishly spending more fuel...