I have no answers for you. I’m not even sure I wish I did. I’m not sure that when an articulated “why” appears it will be understandable. There are a few things I think you may find useful.
Dear Boston–
I have no answers for you. I’m not even sure I wish I did. I’m not sure that when an articulated “why” appears it will be understandable. There are a few things I think you may find useful.
Last weekend I finally switched my clothes out.
2013 marks my third year participating in the One Word Challenge.
I’m a big fan of introspection–as long as it goes beyond navel gazing. It’s good to think, to review, to evaluate, and then to use that information as you move ahead.
My neighborhood’s culture has changed a lot in the last year or so. I wish I were excited about this change, but I’m not.
This last week has been a blast. Mostly. The part that makes me say, “mostly” is the ugly side of my job.
I spend a lot of time reading all over the internet. Some days my browser has so many open tabs that those tabs have shrunk to barely discernible bumps surrounded by arrows on either side of the screen to tell me there are more tabs in hiding.
A sense of community can be as elusive as the Golden Snitch at a Quidditch match, but most of us are still compelled to seek it.
In case you’re new to reading here, there’s something you need to know about me. It’s all important, because it’s fairly defining.
When Monday is Friday the world goes a little wonky.