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“No one talks about what happens when following your passion leads you off a cliff.” ~ Twitter user whose name I cannot recall I suspect, because humans are creative and curious by nature, that we have been dreaming big and … Continue reading
11:59 December 31, 2006. I am pleasantly pickled, among friends, counting down the end of the year. There are hugs and kisses. So much laughter. I am as drunk on laughter as I am on champagne. Three days later, I … Continue reading
In the spring of 2015, the Creative Ink Festival held a one-day, “sneak peek” event, to give local readers, writers, and artists a taste of what to expect in 2016. Well, the main event is almost here and I am … Continue reading
Take a good look at the woman in the picture above. She looks happy, doesn’t she? I mean, who wouldn’t be happy in their own private pool, in the sun, with the person they love most in the world, in … Continue reading
My swirling thoughts have been swirly-er than usual lately. Traveling through the lands to the south of my lovely-yet-frigid homeland always puts me in the path of people with different—sometimes wildly different—perspectives and views than mine. For all our similarities, … Continue reading
At 3am in Las Vegas, vomiting Asian Lettuce Wraps and Don Julio tequila into a hotel bathrobe, four words came through my drunken fog loud and clear: I need to stop. Four little words that I recognized, even in the … Continue reading
Another New Year’s Eve approaches. Another, likely futile, attempt on my part to stay up until midnight. This year Prez and I are in the same place, with the same people, as the year before. Nothing has changed and everything … Continue reading
Unlike some other adoptees, who grew up under a cloud of abandonment issues, my “rootless” status always left me with a feeling of absolute possibility. My borders were not defined. I did not look at my parents and see my … Continue reading