As if insults on a chocolate foil weren’t enough, now cough drops are attempting psychotherapy. Unwrapping a lozenge yesterday, I found the paper printed with aggressive encouragements: “You can do it and you know it!” “Flex your can-do muscle!” “Fire up those engines!” It read like a lemon-and-menthol Jillian Michaels. I laughed because just moments... Continue Reading →
Passion and Possession: Thoughts on Writing from My Former Self
Moving one’s residence is stressful enough without the complications of a historic snowstorm! Between shoveling, packing, and shuttling carloads of stuff down icy roads, I’ve hardly touched my computer all week. However, I did make a discovery that merits sharing. While boxing up the home office, I found several old journals, including one I kept... Continue Reading →
Wild Type 