Does anyone remember why I began writing? Do I? I began writing to connect with people in a real and honest way, and to find those who were like myself (although I didn’t know it at the time). First, I wrote for me. I wrote about what I was learning …
There is an ever ticking clock banging inside of my skull, sitting behind me with its horrendous clicking, reminding me that I am running out of time. I struggle against the flow of time as if there was anything I could do to stop it in its tracks. Each feels …
I am not sure exactly what was wrong with me yesterday. It was beautiful out—30 degrees—sunny—yes, 30 was a heat wave here, the Teen watched the boys while Hubby and I went to lunch and grocery shopping without ANY children! It was a very nice afternoon, but when I returned …
Me and My Brilliant Ideas We’ve established that lack of sleep makes me do stupid things. It super-charges my brain, gives me loads of ideas, but I fail to think them through before plunging right in During my week long insomnia-fest I tried to redesign my blog. This is something …
