I have learned to avoid announcing my intentions. The following through, the doing, the making good…they seem to hear my words and spiral away, in and out of me, up, down, or into some other dimension. Maybe my dad
It just hit me. I’m living my dream life. Do I mean everything is perfect? Nope. That I have all I want? Nay. Then how? Well, it has to do with cooking. When people ask me what I “do,” I
Do you have kids? Students? Family? Friends? Please read or listen to this story I heard on NPR’s Morning Edition today (then share it!). Its core: “For the most part in American culture, intellectual struggle in school children is seen
At school pickup for my kids, a friend of mine recently asked if I was okay, saying she figured my Facebook posts about having a rough time of it lately had to do with men. “Oh,” I said, “not
Okay my lovelies, I’m so behind with the next release. Life, yes, life is the reason…been going through so much, and learned so much, which I’ll tell you about here soon. But good lord, this is ridiculous, I tell
Have you heard bits and pieces of the rest of The Oat Project? Have I dropped hints of the strip club, going dancing, getting drunk, skinny dipping, my first rock show at Red Rocks, having sex outside, or reading erotica?
Community, for Real We are made of stardust. 93% of each body. So scientists say. No matter our color or creed or culture, life crafts us of the same stuff. But we’re still individuals, right? Rocks. Islands. Separated at
Hi everybody! Those are my feet, yes. And that’s kind of how I feel in saying that, well, I’ve gone and done it…started a newsletter. It’s going to be short and sweet…a thought, quote (mine and others’), link, or photo…intended