(I have plans to write things relevant and recent. I have notes on my desk and thoughts in my head. I jotted something down in my journal the other day, aided by my decision to toss the diary I'd started but couldn't love. Happiness is a spiral binding, at least when it comes to me... Continue Reading →
Life’s interesting. It’s also the only game in town. I wonder if that’s why we’re committed to liking it: there are no other options. You can’t request a transfer to life, section seven if you feel this one isn’t working out. God should’ve checked in with universities on scheduling and course layout. If life was... Continue Reading →
I've started and discarded a multitude of pieces over the past weeks. some, for sure I can't connect to them. They're meaningless blather for all that they flowed from my fingers. I suppose I could write about the puttering. I've been painting things, like rooms and trim. I've been organizing as well: half the garage... Continue Reading →
I took a social media vacation a few weeks back, and I have to say, it ended up being a good thing. I felt better, calmer and more at ease within a few days. I'm back now, I'm allowed to play once more, but I find I’m mostly staying away. The break allowed me to... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 