Time: The Only True Possession 

On Monday, I got a new tattoo. I went to my favorite studio in Brooklyn, New York (Gristle) and saw my favorite artist (Anka). I got a clock face with no hands. It represents something deeply meaningful to me: the idea that time is our most valuable resource, the thing that we should maximize on…

Grasping at Straws

(Baubles hanging on fishing line over the road and between buildings in the Gay Village in Montr√©al, Canada) The more I think about it, the more I admire fishing line. It is strong and versatile and mostly invisible, except when viewed at just the right angle. People use it all the time from many different…

Are You Lazy Enough?

   (Hiking at Lula Lake on Lookout Mountain, Georgia)  How busy would you say that you are?  I bet you answered with a statement claiming to be on the fuller end – something like ‘very busy’ or ‘pretty busy’. Why do you suppose that is? I’m not asking, ‘How many things are you doing that…

Just Being

 (Springtime flowers in Chattanooga) March is nearly done; April starts the day after tomorrow. Spring is officially here and with the things blooming all around my mind has turned toward thoughts of new beginnings. Humans like to start fresh. January holds a strong appeal with its newness and resolutions and good intentions. While I appreciate…

Water, Water, Water

(It rained all day yesterday and Katie insisted on sharing a seat with me) I spent all weekend working on my book. I spent 5 hours on Saturday on the final edits, perfecting the formatting for ‘Sortilege’ and queuing the listing on Amazon. On Sunday I sent out more than 40 press releases (fingers crossed…