I started this year with a forty day gratitude challenge. It seems a lifetime ago. The challenge was a mental health exercise which seemed timely then and prescient now. A wise friend once told me that while you’re practicing gratitude you’re incapable of having a pity party; it’s like sneezing Read more
Perfection is a curse. My father was a draughtsman. He made a career of drafting the engineer’s plans. He was meticulous. He was exact, rendering exquisite works of precision. I loved watching my father wield his pen, whether it was his signature on a check or a calligraphy acrostic for Read more
I am kicking my own ass because sometimes that’s what you’ve got to do to get back on track. It’s almost an entire month since my last post. What the frack! For the record, I have managed to sit my skinny ass in the chair and scribble some new pieces Read more