I don’t know about you, but I’ve spent more time in my house in the last few weeks than in all the time I’ve owned this house. Until March 11, I spent the majority of my waking hours running around,…
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Some of us are planners, some operate by the fly-by-the-seat of your pants planning system. Over the years, I’ve waffled between both camps. If you want to make an organized person lose their shit, introduce your chaos. Likewise, chaos tends…
Continue ReadingFinding a New Normal
Well, it looks like we’re going to be here for a while. Aside from learning new things personally and professionally, I’m taking the time to relive older parts of myself. The Grateful Dead and The Doors weigh in heavily for…
Continue ReadingCoronavirus Writing(less) Blues
Many writers in blogs, podcasts, or YouTubes I follow have noted the mandatory time at home couldprovide an opportunity to create amazing new works. That novel you said you never have time to write: what’s stopping you now? There are no…
Continue ReadingShutting Down and Shutting In
When I was a child, we used to call older people who were not able to drive themselves places ‘shut-ins.’ What a horrible label for a person! Meals on Wheels and Bookmobiles were created people like them. How could they…
Continue ReadingFrom the Vault: The Perfect Family
Every once in a while I’ll post something from my past. This is circa 2004. We could settle into middle-aged sage – never questioning the roles. Wife kisses her husband at the door, and sends him off to work while…
Continue ReadingFluff vs. Marshmallows: Does it make a difference?
Hey, if you recall, I warned you this could be random. How many people here as kids had to grow up with globs of fluff instead of marshmallows in their s’mores and hot cocoa? This may not seem like a…
Continue ReadingRural Grade School
I grew up in a rural setting. We lived in a trailer on a steep hill in the middle of the woods. My closest neighbors were a half-mile away. Thick woods separated us, but we regularly heard their guns firing.…
Continue ReadingNurturing Morsels from the Muse
The scourge of every creative endeavor: the block. Each medium presents itself with its own set of hurdles to overcome. The artist must sweat out minor acts of bravery. They add pointless words, waste brush strokes, pound out chords in…
Continue ReadingFlights of Fancy
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? When we’re small, adults entertain our fanciful notions of being a professional athlete, celebrity, president of the world, or a majestic unicorn. You can be anything you…
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