This is a personal blog for a person. I don’t expect much in the way of readers, but sometimes I feel I need a place to write that isn’t a journal. So, hello there.<\/p>\n
The name comes from a poem.<\/p>\n
Mud Puddle Kiss, Slogging Through The Rain With Her…<\/strong> Here’s an idea<\/em> I named this a few (several?) years ago before I lost the entirety of the blog and had to start over. It was, simply, a poem I loved. Now, with a bit more life experience under my belt, the poetry holds greater meaning for me.<\/p>\n A few bits about me: This is a personal blog for a person. I don’t expect much in the way of readers, but sometimes I feel I need a place to write that isn’t a journal. So, hello there. The name comes from a poem. Mud Puddle Kiss, Slogging Through The Rain With Her… by Linford Detweiler Here’s an idea […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-23","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mudpuddlekiss.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/23","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mudpuddlekiss.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mudpuddlekiss.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mudpuddlekiss.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mudpuddlekiss.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/mudpuddlekiss.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/23\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":160,"href":"https:\/\/mudpuddlekiss.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/23\/revisions\/160"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mudpuddlekiss.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nby Linford Detweiler<\/p>\n
\n Let’s grab this life and wring its neck with joy<\/em>
\n So that when it comes time to die<\/em>
\n When we find we have no breath left<\/em>
\n It is because we willingly strangled ourselves<\/em>
\n With love<\/em>
\n Fell down dead<\/em>
\n And mostly happy<\/em><\/p>\n
\n– rather obsessively interested in food (and perhaps beverage)
\n– avid reader (in my case: out of shape introvert)
\n– agnostic\/atheist (former xian)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"