Month: March 2015


I’m not talking about the guy in the corner.  The one peering over the edge of his zipped up wrinkled and dirty-grey sweatshirt who looks at you out of the corner of his eye.  I am talking about the insidious


I look at my calendar, two months have flown by. Where have they gone? What have I done? A lot, and still nothing.  I look again and try to find space. Before I know it, it will be May. It

Being pulled apart doesn’t move me forward

Yesterday, I had a great many things on my mind.  Ideas were flowing.  I was feeling creative. I desired a quiet space to put it all on paper.  That was great, but then I thought about my obligation to the