Middle of the Road

Middle of the Road

Ahhhh, life and curveballs. Just when I start cruising along feeling all in charge…zing! And me, being me, I get all wound up and start thinking and trying to manipulate things into the way I think they should go and waking up in the middle of the night just so...
Under…Where?

Under…Where?

This is kind of the way blogging and living has felt for me this week. My brain is in stuck mode again. I know what it is. I don’t know how to remedy it, but I know what it is. I’m too busy. I don’t have time to think, or sit, or be. Or if...
For the Birds

For the Birds

I see London, I see France… I haven’t written in a few days which means I have too much to say and not enough time to organize it all. I found this picture when I was searching for a completely different picture. And I love it. Be your own bird,...
Curse Show

Curse Show

I’m not sure what it is about sobriety that makes me want to cuss like crazy. And not like “Awwww, fuck.” Like “Fuck yeah!” or “Holy shit!” Yesterday on my run my ego started whining, “This is kind of hard....