Morning arrives with a scream, as it does most week days. Despite the hour, I'm relieved to know it isn't mine, though after some of the dreams I've had lately, it wouldn't surprise me if it was. The scream comes from an alarm clock, but it sometimes takes my brain a few seconds to figure that out. It's the k… Read more »
There. I said it. I want to be a writer. It's not new information. The fact that I spend time every month trying to come up with two new blogs should have been a clue. But as much as I enjoy writing these little pieces for you (and only for you), dear reader, I'm not doing the kind of writing I want to do. In… Read more »