I miss poetry and singing and rhyme. At work there isn’t much of it, and because I’ve resolved myself to going to the gym every day, watching much too muchContinue readingDamsel in Distress
Stress and Starbursts
Somebody needs to slap me.* About every hour I pull three Starbursts from a jar, take them back to my desk, and pray—if only for a few minutes—that the sugarContinue readingStress and Starbursts
Come on a Safari with Me
They each lift their glass of wine and sip or gulp or sniff. Someone eats a cracker. Someone tells a story. Someone else is watching it all happen, shifting fromContinue readingCome on a Safari with Me