I turned fifty-four this year in June and last week I started teaching myself to skateboard. I’ve always wanted to do it, and I’ve always been too scared. It’s odd – I’m fine on scooters, and I have good balance – I can hold a tree pose for minutes. But skateboards have remained a never. They wobbled so; I felt moments away from a fracture. … Continue reading If not now, when? -an off-the-cuff joint.
I like to open with a complaint. I find that complaining brings people together – we’ve all personal grievances to air. I’m cash-impaired. This isn’t a new thing for me – the complaint is so well-worn it’s coming to resemble a whine. In the early days of adulthood, I was broke because eating disorders are expensive. Now it’s because long-term disability won’t get you rich. … Continue reading If I lost everything – an off-the-cuff joint.
I’m not great with quotes. The problem is one of memory: perhaps I’ll go Memento on the problem and tattoo them onto my legs – elsewhere is occupied and I can’t read my back. I don’t remember quotes but give me a commercial, and I’m golden. The addition of music fixes much. I’m going to go a little “walk to school uphill both ways in … Continue reading I love a good list.
I took a gap year after high school graduation. I worked some, saved less than I should’ve, and took some classes at the local college with some of the scholarship money I’d received. God loves a humble brag. One of the courses I took was an introduction to criminology. That was when I still thought I was going to be a lawyer. I thought that … Continue reading The loaded question – an off-the-cuff joint
From Famine to Feast 