Stranded on a moon where electrical power is impossible, pursued by giants, and threatened by human colonists stranded a century ago, Sanika allies herself with aliens that live in near silence. Impeded by selective mutism, she must find a way home, or make this world into one.
#posterpit #ya #sf

Why’s that guy ravaging the paint swatches?
Don’t mind him, he’s just a teacher.

A Prayer for Owen Meany. The ‘80s reflecting on the ‘60s and still so true today.

We have taken to calling, the sandhill cranes our “neighbors” as in “oh look, our neighbors are in our garden” or “I can’t hear you because the neighbors are screaming to each other”

Saw wildflowers coming up in this patch of the lawn so I left it alone. I think I need to make this the whole backyard now.