Retrospective on July & Planning for August of 2020.
Thirty-eight years and I still haven’t got it figured out. My birthday was Sunday July 12th for those of you keeping score at home. I am now 38 years old and I have NOTHING figured out. Okay, maybe saying I have nothing figured out is a little bit of an overstatement. There is a lot …
Today, like many days, I am reminded that being myself does not come with a manual. I come back to things a couple of times a year. Around my birthday, I wrote the post “There is Only During”, which remains my mantra in life. There is no before or after, only during. The question is …
With the death of my granddaddy, I reflect on my life as I know it and what it means for my writing process.