I stand precariously at the edge of “keep listening” and “never listen again.” Behind me, I hear the screams of all the unsolicited advice society can dream up. So much I can’t even carry it in my pockets anymore. I need a new overcoat to hold it all. All I…
Childhood Dreams Most of my life I’ve flitted this way and that between creative pursuits, never choosing a single one. My imagination took hold when I was very little, transporting me to bright and beautiful worlds. Vibrant in their realism, the real world drifted away as my senses let go.…
I haven’t been blogging much lately. My last post was in October. That’s over four months ago. One of the things I’ve found difficult about blogging is trying to decide what’s worth writing about. What can I say to the world that’s actually useful and valuable? I feel like I…