I can't escape it. Every week, Monday, 8AM. Begging that my schedule is normal. I take an injection. Every week, I draw the medicine and...

Shoot. There are words there. I have three subjects I want to write on. On Being Busy. On Children. On Infinite Hope. On Signs and...

I try. I organize. I make plans. I do the "good" things. Then I write something that makes me think. I'm doing the "right" things.

A module in 5 acts

Rice and legumes, grains and beans. That is the way of life!

Ever wonder why we were promised dreams and given dregs?

Learning to write as well, thousand words at a time.

Stream of conscience, interrupted with a stream of alcohol.

The Prophet has been one of my favorite essays/poems to read as life grows. I return to it, but I don't often reflect as I should.

Week 2 of culinary school! Learning to cook has been amazing (especially since it's actually week 14 of 10 years of cooking).

10,000 hours and still no rent.

Failing forward... a blog without hopes for success.

This feels like the first time…

"Cognac tasting tonight" Sure, what time?