Monthly Archives: August 2017

Today is hard.  Not six weeks ago I felt I had the world on a string.  Was I too smug?  Was I too sure?  Had I bought into quick fixes and tricks?  Probably and always. I am sinking.  Away from myself, my family, my goals.  But work is good.  🙂  No, really it is.  TheContinue reading “Things fall apart”

“I wanted to be a writer, that’s all. I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in a moment. The way the flowers looked when you carried them in your arms. This towel, how it smells, how it feels, this thread. All our feelings, yours and mine. The history of it, who we onceContinue reading “I wish I wrote songs”