The Last Word

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Before the week’s Last Word, a continuing apology: Our software for commenting is still screwed up — you can leave a comment but its publication might take a bit — and we’re still working on it and we’re still sorry.

img_1129November 28 – December 2, 2016

Helen’s nerves are still shot — whose aren’t? — and she finds drawing out her worries to be soothing.  Goats are soothing too.

The beautiful big old eucalyptus trees in California aren’t native and are pitting eco against eco: welcome visitors? loathed invasives?

What websites should do about commenters is pitting writer against writer: civil conversationalists? smelly trolls?  (LWON’s commenters are 99.99% the former and we love ’em.)

PTSD comes in all flavors and from all reasons.  Nobody has a certain cure for all of it, but getting outside and looking up couldn’t hurt. Goats are soothing too.

No one, I promise you, has ever seen the universal desire to leave one’s mark in quite this way: from the Voyager’s golden disks to a coyote’s poops.

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