How does one get unstuck? You know, that kind of stuck where you can’t seem to carve out enough time (or what you believe is enough time) to do a decent job at something so you do nothing.
How to keep the remarkable from turning routine or stale? That’s the question I attempt to answer as I study my dogs’ approach to life.
Everyone needs to know they matter, and there is nothing like the love of a dog, the partnership between dog and human, to make a person feel important.
Not to sound morose or overly dramatic, but there are some moments that it seems I can literally feel myself dying. Of course, we all are dying in a way as we age. But generally, we don’t FEEL it — the body going cell by cell. Oops! There goes another one!
About the 2016 GLBTQ Youth Summit, getting outside to enjoy the weather and returning to my writing practice
The brain is still writing. I mean, like right now. The life in the story feels more tangible and real than the present…