This isn’t the post I was going to write this morning. I had it all planned out. Then I made the mistake of dropping by
I assume you know what the picture is of… I mean, who wouldn’t? Growing up, I assumed we were very poor. My friends and peers
This post is written in haste, for which my apologies. Dorothy and I have both been very busy, so she didn’t have an opportunity to
I was thinking about this last night, when I wanted to escape from the world for an hour or two. I was in a sour
Cedar’s post the other day about choosing attainable goals started me thinking about things I’ve been trying to sweep under the rug for a while.
Who am I? What am I? And why am I in this handbasket that has char marks from picking up speed? Good questions. VERY good