Busy American Days

Alarm, Snooze, Repeat x 3 I pull myself out of bed and into the shower.  At some point during the hottest shower I can endure, I feel the wake up.  My body and mind begin to wake up and the fog lifts momentarily.  I finish and get dressed.  Take one child to school.  Return home... Continue Reading →


Post Election Writer’s Block on the Kitchen Floor

  Some people choose the bathroom floor. I choose the kitchen floor. It's a middle earth of sorts. I can hear the activity in the living room, and hide in solitude all at the same time. This is often where I find myself reading, writing, or just sitting drinking. The kitchen really is the soul... Continue Reading →

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