I’m not a quitter. I don’t like to say, no. I don’t like to do anything half-arsed. Most especially, I don’t ...
Self Care
When I was a kid, Saturday mornings were spent at the YMCA. My brothers and I were enrolled in swim classes year round. The tradition ...
Were you one of those kids who attempted to feign ill on the day of the dreaded gym class dodgeball game? Me too. It’s not that I ...
It began harmlessly enough. “Let’s go to Maine next year for the annual lobster fest.” I love me some shellfish and ...
Sometimes while surfing YouTube, I’ll come across an old song from a band I used to listen to and memories of the past come ...
As I continue out of hibernation there is often a lagging sense of fatigue. A strange paradox to feel exhausted after many months ...