“What are you working on?”
“Writing my book.”
“Oh. You’re still working on that?”
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Tis the season for “I” centered posting. Fa-la-la-la-la reflections and plans. (more…)
November was a blur involving too many activities, not enough time, ample boxes of tissues, and vats of Tylenol. Even I got some version of the man-flu, allowing me to become one with the couch while pondering my mortality.