ducks in a row

Some of my earliest memories are of laying on my bedroom floor or flung across my gingham bedspread weeping uncontrollably because I did not want to clean my room. It was messy. My housekeeping skills haven't improved greatly since those moments of childhood frustration and irritation.  I manage to deal fairly well with the common … Continue reading ducks in a row

slice of lives…

Every once in a while I find myself getting all overly thoughtful.  Philosophical.  Deep (in my own bullshit).  Existential if you will. This is one of those moments.  One of those times that I sit back and look at something and can't help but think and wonder.  Can't stop marveling about the human condition and … Continue reading slice of lives…