Once upon a time, I was pathologically afraid of spiders. When I was a child, I screamed for my father, paralyzed, whenever I encountered one. Size was irrelevant. Interestingly, I wasn’t paralyzed if he wasn’t home, nor did I call for my mother – she was terrified too. On those occasions, I fled. My father picks spiders up with his bare hands. He’d laugh at … Continue reading Spiders and me.
There are various ways to get from here to there, though the method one chooses is often determined by factors other than the possible. I could walk to the mall, and have done so, but it’s an hour and a half each way. My enthusiasm was higher the first time when my brain guessed thirty minutes. I’m garbage at estimating distance by foot. I liked … Continue reading Shut up and drive.
How do you define success? I find questions like this interesting; I read into them, and find a suggestion that there is perhaps, if not one true way, then a short list and I’m not getting it done. Though that perhaps has less to do with the words themselves than who’s doing the asking. Success is a lot of things to a lot of … Continue reading Success is a pony.
I’m doing Bloganuary again this year, though I still think it should be “bloguary.” Why am I doing it again? Why not? It’s a way to start the new year with a kick of busyness. This is a good thing. We’re not unlike rocks with our tendency to inertia – a body at rest tends to stay at rest. I’m bored with being becalmed, however, … Continue reading Why do you write?
From Famine to Feast 