I am a liar. I lie about a lot of things. Mostly when someone asks if I’m okay I’ll lie and say I’m fine or good or great. They don’t really care. They’ve got a lot more things in their lives to worry about than me feeling sad. But then again I’m a liar. They… Continue reading I am a liar.
The things I want to do require too many life times. How does anyone pick the right path for the one life we get? If it's a small decision, sure, no problem, just change course. But like a big one, like starting a business, or moving abroad, or picking a hobby to focus on, or… Continue reading not enough life times
Do you ever feel like the things you want to do in life are just passing dreams? Like no matter how you reach for them, no matter how hard you hold on to them they slip right through your fingers? It's like trying to hold a passing cloud. And until I do something that's what… Continue reading Passing Clouds
I found some old thumb drives the other day trying to clean up the house and just got around to seeing if they had anything of value on them. A few old photos, some old advertisements for the horse I had in high school, copies of the novel I'm forever working on, some writings from… Continue reading Poems from the past
After a week or horrible, terrible spring time weather, today finally feels like a spring day. The sun is out, the last remains of the snow is melting, the chickens have escaped their pen again, and the house is clean. Deep cleaning meant organizing the coffee cup shelves But probably not for long. I do… Continue reading Spring time means…