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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Birds (From my attempts at Karl Pilkingtonisms)

You think you are getting a great deal on meat
until you de-feather ‘em
then you find out they are nothing
but naked pink gooseflesh
you know what I mean?
By then I’ve lost me appetite

1 comment:

  1. when I was a kid, I used to go with my dad to the live poultry market, where they kept assorted birds in cages, and slaughtered them to order. Surprisingly, this didn't turn me off chicken or any other meat, because my dad grew up on a farm, and killing chickens for dinner was no big deal, and at least I knew where my food came from.

    Despite the grossness in that place, the chickens, after my dad prepared them, were the freshest and tastiest I've had, and factory farmed food tastes nothing like the food from my childhood.

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