Christy Nichols·Mar 13On Stick Bugs & BoasIt’s said, by some guru I can’t credit, that when we are triggered, the experience triggering us is a reflection of ourselves. If this sage…
Christy Nichols·Feb 27Take the Second ChanceThough the sand hole was not too far away, the early morning sunlight just beyond cast a golden shimmer that turned every small stone and…
Christy Nichols·Jun 11, 2025A Personal Request . . . And a Message From a BatA few days ago, I was visited by a young, injured bat. I didn’t see the showdown, but I’m pretty sure this small, still-breathing bat…
Christy Nichols·May 30, 2025How It All EndsShe clung deftly to the low stone wall, peacefully watching the dragonflies humming nearby. Scaly but sweet, the minuscule lizard cocked…
Christy Nichols·Apr 18, 2025Don’t Forget About The TacosGrief can churn our insides. Losing our beloved pets, our favorite humans, or our long-chased dreams, anticipated or sudden. Yet, we’re…
Christy Nichols·Mar 21, 2025Dusty Drives in Hot TrucksThe ants numbered in the thousands, as ants tend to do. Moving like water, the tiny black creatures appeared seemingly from nothing…
Christy Nichols·Feb 28, 2025Snake DreamsThough the dream snake hung limply from the tips of her fingers, its skin glowed with the vibrance of something alive. Even though we both…
Christy Nichols·Feb 21, 2025The OutpostLooking up, their pillowed bellies balanced expertly on twigs against an endless backdrop of twinkling constellations.
Christy Nichols·Feb 14, 2025Crab-Crawling SidewaysBlue diamonds shimmered from the ocean’s surface, so bright was the early morning sun.