regressing to the meanness.

This is my worst fear: that I’m slowly becoming the person I was before all of this; the one that Continue reading →

better living through patience.

After trying everything else, it turns out that doing nothing might be the best solution. I often find myself trying Continue reading →

passing out my punishment.

Do I deserve happiness? Sounds simple enough, but it’s a question that, most days, I don’t even consider answering in Continue reading →

painting my monkey.

There has been an idea knocking around my head as of late, this idea of spray painting my metal simian Continue reading →

yes, and…

In any Introductory Improvisation class, the first rule of thumb is to always, always, always respond with, “Yes, and…”.  Nothing Continue reading →

smaller bites.

By nature, I’m an over-doer.  Not an overachiever, mind you, the one word where adding “over” as a descriptor actually Continue reading →

yep, it’s strep.

Everything I wrote yesterday was both true and false.  In this instance, the wisdom to know the difference was not Continue reading →

how much lysol is too much lysol?

As with every other aspect in my life, when I get sick, I overcompensate. Why should anything be allowed to Continue reading →