Letting Life Lead
We are star stuff borne into the cosmos and led astray by compulsions. Mother–the light of a billion billion infinities–calls her children home, and we chase flame and comet, seeking the way back. For this, death’s nebulous tunnels forever beckon.
Musings through the journey of writing my first novel
It is what it is and it too shall pass.
Unfolding From the Fog (or What I Think About When I Walk My Dog)
When life hands you lemons, go find some gin and tonic.
"Smile with your teeth." -my Mother
Don't die before your death
Ein Tagebuch unserer Alltagsküche-Leicht nachkochbar
Failures in Adulting
Wrote hard and put up wet - a fiction writer from parts unknown