BanjoCat Creative

It’s been a few weeks since my last post. I swore to myself that I was going to do a post a week but life does make it difficult. Writing is my only outlet. The only corner of my existence where the fresh air…   Read More →

As a child my diet was atrocious. I was raised on the Standard American Diet. It was packaged, processed, “fast”, and loaded with sugar and vegetable oils in all their inglorious forms. I rarely ate any type of meat. My twenty-something year old body…   Read More →

Pangur Bán. An odd name for an odd cat. He was an unplanned adoption. I entered the hardware supply store in search of plants, pots, and soil and left with a beautiful white cat with magical eyes of blue and green. “It’s Pangur Bán!…   Read More →

[Ding] I’m here. I grab my purse, tell Mom I’ll be back in about an hour, and run out the door. It’s ridiculous how excited I get when I have an opportunity to leave the house – to go grocery shopping no less. Not…   Read More →

I hear her feet softly shuffle towards my door. I close my eyes and pretend I am still asleep even though I’ve been awake in dreamy contemplation for the last hour. My thoughts often float to my husband as the cold of the morning…   Read More →

Hello? Is it me you’re looking for? So goes the once popular 1980s song that popped into my head just now. Lately, my mind plugs in song lyrics for every situation I find myself in like some sort of AI directing and guiding my…   Read More →

This is a story that many have told. It touches every life eventually. Circumstances may differ but the result is always the same. There is the struggle that precedes the leaving. This is the first chapter in our race to find peace within the…   Read More →

Today, I will write what it is on my heart. Where I currently reside there is a biting chill in the air as we experience our first snowfall of the season. This chill is not unfamiliar to me as its presence arrived long before…   Read More →

No, I’m not going to prattle on about Bill Gates. Well, maybe just a little bit. It’s just that smug mug, and what it represents to me, just happens to work as a good Truth-Tees segue. I do wonder why he has been so…   Read More →

Six feet of space. Six degrees of separation. Six steps to communism. Are we digging our own graves? This video was recorded impromptu at a Idaho Freedom Rally. Please listen to this woman’s story as she recounts her life under Communism, her harrowing escape,…   Read More →