57: forging a new trail

I detest small talk, particularly about the weather, so excuse me for this: the weather yesterday was absolutely beautiful, right?

Sunny, nearly cloudless skies; warm and breezy, but not too much so of either. Excellent.

And because of that, I was posed with a bit of a dilemma. Continue reading “57: forging a new trail”

52: i think i’m multilingual, dude

My mother¬†hates it when I “call her dude.”

Funny thing is, I’ve never actually called her “dude” before. Since she reads this blog, I’m sure this will be a revelation for her. Continue reading “52: i think i’m multilingual, dude”

4: belly scratch

Tonight I can’t sit still.

I have far too much on my mind, and my train of thought keeps leaping from one track to the next with a will of its own, and I can’t just write about one thing for very long. Continue reading “4: belly scratch”