Shelley Sackier
I write books–cuz I love words. Sometimes they love me back.
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My Garden’s Grassroots Plan to Poison Me
Some People Live in the Matrix. I Live in a Hadron Collider.
The Benefits of Not Being Born a Blue Blood
If I Truly Loved You, I’d Treat You Like Dirt
The Art of Literally Taking Stock
The Wood Stove Chronicles – Part II
If You Can’t Take the Heat, Don’t Lie Beneath the Wood Stove
How Badly Do You Want to get to the Root of the Problem?
Ask Me No Questions, I’ll Tell You I’m Out of a Job
The Historically Boozy Woozy Benefits of Hooch
See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Kill No Weevil
Problems with One’s Nose: It Just Doesn’t Make Scents
How to Keep a Bridge Quiet When in the Car
Not So Fit as a Fiddle, but Still Music to My Ears
Lads & Lassies, Pipers & Poets
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