I’m a deadbeat reader. At least, to my own mind. Since I was young, I’ve constantly had a book in my hand. My dad does a wickedly accurate impression of a 13-year-old me, mechanically eating a bowl of cereal without looking away from my Babysitters Club books. But in recent years, as I’ve gotten busier…
Month: August 2017
Of all the joints you could have walked into…
Sometimes you have to reflect on where you’ve been to appreciate where you’re going. The view isn’t always pretty, but “scenic” isn’t a straight synonym for beautiful, kittens. In this case, scenic is probably a synonym for “way too long a story for a blog” and yet, I’m writing one anyway. I’ve kept a story…
Someday Into Now 