After a summer of crushing lows, I am facing the darker seasons at a deficit.
That pesky storm cloud hovers, coloring everything I do. It’s hard to remain optimistic when the universe keeps flipping you the bird.
Writing my way out from under a dark cloud
After a summer of crushing lows, I am facing the darker seasons at a deficit.
That pesky storm cloud hovers, coloring everything I do. It’s hard to remain optimistic when the universe keeps flipping you the bird.
As we approach Labor Day, I am glad to be rid of this summer. It’s been a doozy. It started out beautifully–perfect temps, sunny days, no bugs (which to horse people is a blessing), and a ton of projects and hope. Nothing lasts forever. The temps went crazy like a terrier in a room fullContinue reading “Chumbawamba Summer (I get knocked down…)”
During a lull in the Independence Day festivities last night, I checked my email. Not my finest idea, but I have a slight obsession with keeping that little icon clear of a number. I don’t know why I am like this, but I am. To the soundtrack of fireworks, I saw a query reply. OpeningContinue reading “The Pain of Rejection”
It’s amazing, the many types of people you find in the line at the DMV. A wide array of humanity, shuffling through the turns of the line, patiently(or not always) awaiting their call to a window. The line was already long when I took my place. There was the man who expressed his regret, “IContinue reading “The DMV”