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Dear Gentle-eared Reader,
My Gran spoke only in tongues til I was 10 years old. Just when I'd be close to understanding her, she'd switch languages. It's not that she ever comprehended any of those languages, just their tongues. In actuality, Gran spoke in tongues in 68 different languages. Not including dialects.
It was on the waning, piebald eve of my 10th Birthday when she spoke an actual sentence I could lay ear to. She turned to me, as I was blowing out the still viable, significantly tattered and almost entirely melted down to the foundation of the wick hot purple taper candles
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Dear Gentle-eared Reader,

My Gran spoke only in tongues til I was 10 years old. Just when I'd be close to understanding her, she'd switch languages. It's not that she ever comprehended any of those languages, just their tongues. In actuality, Gran spoke in tongues in 68 different languages. Not including dialects.

It was on the waning, piebald eve of my 10th Birthday when she spoke an actual sentence I could lay ear to. She turned to me, as I was blowing out the still viable, significantly tattered and almost entirely melted down to the foundation of the wick hot purple taper candles we rescued from certain defeat out of Ms. Florencia Concertina's overstuffed, ample trash, and said, 'Yur 'bout as deep as'n America Coot's a**hole.' After that, she never said another word. Just spat out the frog legs she'd been sucking on, slumped without fanfare over into my red velvet birthday cake. Dead as a rusty, untended, lodged tight, hammer bent doornail.

So from that momentous juncture onward, I mantled the name America Coot, relinquishing my former name and way of life, setting sail in my Gran's Heavenly ordained Corvair, Monarch. Liberating myself from the portentious grasp of the overly zealous authoritarians looking to encapsulate my orphaned being.

In this epistolary road trip of adventure and longing, I invite you to join me, Dear Reader, on the embarkation of my vagabond education journeying away from the isolated, reclusive existence I've known, bounding with renewed energy and openness, toward the uncharted backroads and byways of the corporeal world where other seekers and I, and now you, unite in our own particular pursuit of understanding and love affirming revelations and profound, bally-hooed epiphanies, both great and small. Amen.


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Mac Dryfe has spent the majority of her life in the state of Michigan surrounded by the freshwater arms of the Great Lakes logging hours between the bright City lights and the battle cry of frogs in farm country. Her writings honor the dichotomy of these dueling spiritual perceptions.

M.D., as she'll be referred to for the balance of this micro-bio, hasn't owned a fossil fuel burning vehicle in over three decades. (A little long in the tooth if you ask me, which you didn't, but too late now). Instead, she's opted to place her faith in the resilience of her own two feet. And of course, in public transit, where she both wittingly and unwittingly sops up, like a piece of day- old bread, all the humanoid mingling her essence requires. This self-imposed lifestyle has caused her to fervently abstain from the overwhelming buffet of societal contact tech has thrust upon her tenderized soul.

(Trigger Warning Coming Up)

M.D. perceives herself as a verbal superhero and rabid listener on the sidewalk of life to tales of ransacked ecstasies and threadbare woes. And as such has aurally traversed the off-kilter byways and alleys of others. You see, all too often these stories have included forms of sexual abuse and so her characters brave these man-created tripwires and landmines on their unique journeys to self-discovery.

M.D. believes she has words of value to impart and employs the written language as her confidant and transcriber.