Courtesy Floating Robes Lately, that feeling has come back. Every time I get that heavy, bulky, stinking boulder up to the top of the hill, it rolls back down on top of me. I think I’m overdue for a vacation. My family reunion starts tomorrow (and I will have posts ready, I swear!), so that… Continue reading Blood from Sisyphus
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Musings on the Past
In lieu of Flash Fiction, I thought I’d reflect a bit on how I got where I am, aimed at where I’m going. The road hasn’t been straight, or even, or anything I could have predicted. But I’m here, now. And I’m not stopping. I can’t say I’m happy with every decision I’ve made. A… Continue reading Musings on the Past
