Forgive me, I am a person who plays with words. Marketing ones self can be overwhelming in this age of too many options. The first lesson is to unify your…
We have an ongoing love/hate relationship with our phone. More technically, we (our household) have received so many robo and telemarketing calls that we hesitate to answer anything with an…
My latest fetish is a dead poet, but a Nobel Prize winning talent. I cannot begin to tell you the rabbit trail that has led me here. I do know…
You might think you know me, but where I’m from there’s this: children in our parts were to be seen and not heard. Sunday nights we all spent at Grandma…
THE catastrophe has descended on our town! Though the populace is out moving around They are strangely focused on their singular mission, The Stepford Wives have nothing on this condition.…
“You speak like you’ve never met him.” “I haven’t.” “But, … that’s not true! We grew up together and you were so, … so, … in love! I remember-” Amber…
When you’ve been pushed to the edge of existence, and all breathing is just subsistence. When nothing remains heart beating is pains there is only one answer. Only one to…
Looking past Grampa Webb’s hermitage in the basement at his workbench (with a side of bumper pool and shots of whisky), I wouldn’t trade him for any other. Loyalty…
Lori saw me. She set down the boxes she was carrying to her classroom and pushed the door open. “Here, let me take a couple of those.” I offered up…
Physically, I am challenged with asthma. Not just your ordinary, pops up when you least expect it and slams you to the floor asthma. I have EIA – exercise induced…
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