my middle name is extreme.

If I’m ever going to complete Steps Six and Seven with any degree of success, I need to be humble.  Continue reading →

the cost of inflation.

Things can be as big or as small as I choose to make them.  Lately, I’ve been choosing to go Continue reading →

blowing out the engine.

I’m not going anywhere or doing anything, but that doesn’t stop me from revving myself up like a kid in Continue reading →

scared to be alone.

Back in the dark times, there was never anything better than being left to my own devices.  The anticipation of Continue reading →

down – home cookin’.

Let’s rewind the clocks to not so long ago.  My skull is a crock pot.  My brain is a rump Continue reading →

start unexpecting.

Waiting on external forces to make me happy is no way to go through life. First off, it doesn’t work.  Continue reading →

it’s hard to watch PBS when you get HBO.

Today I’ll be breaking from my regularly scheduled metaphors and allegories to get down to what’s a lot less fluffy Continue reading →

standing up for the right to remain miserable.

Here’s some cunning, baffling and powerful craziness to hang out on the line and let dry:  I sometimes secretly find Continue reading →