“Life, Moistly Speaking”

Greetings from the Moistness! I know a lot of people don’t like the word moist, but why is that? Personally, I love it. I like to say it over and over: Moist.

Confessions of a Walking Disaster

The weather’s finally been cool enough to be outside all day without dying of heat stroke or getting swept away in torrential rain. September is my favorite time of year — except my

Humidity, Muffin Tops, and the Forest Mafia

It’s been raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock for days. The Cherokee National Forest gets up to 85 inches of rain a year, and that cool-looking smoke that

Meth Unicorns, Molting Birds, and One Bossy Dog.

Someone finally turned off the oven. Overnight, the temperature dropped twenty degrees and it feels magnificent. The weather is perfect—for now. Give it a minute and we’ll be back to sweltering