Category Archives: Letting Go

What Would You Take from a Burning House?

Oh, what a lesson in priorities! I came across the book/blog “The Burning House” and have been completely engrossed with analyzing what people deem the most important stuff. How very intimate, to see into others’ minds this way… So, of

What Would You Take from a Burning House?

Oh, what a lesson in priorities! I came across the book/blog “The Burning House” and have been completely engrossed with analyzing what people deem the most important stuff. How very intimate, to see into others’ minds this way… So, of

Don’t Touch My Island

I’ve been walking her beaches since I was a kid, combing the sand for treasures I didn’t have to pay for or ask Mom and Dad if I could have. My little sister would feed flocks of seagulls, I would

Don’t Touch My Island

I’ve been walking her beaches since I was a kid, combing the sand for treasures I didn’t have to pay for or ask Mom and Dad if I could have. My little sister would feed flocks of seagulls, I would

Confession

Everybody knows one. Maybe a few. You might even be one! Of course there are the wannabes…because who wouldn’t want to be a…(dramatic pause) Cool-Music Person That girl who’s always listening to some obscure Swedish electro-punk band. That guy who knows every classic

Confession

Everybody knows one. Maybe a few. You might even be one! Of course there are the wannabes…because who wouldn’t want to be a…(dramatic pause) Cool-Music Person That girl who’s always listening to some obscure Swedish electro-punk band. That guy who knows every classic

Don’t Forget to Wear Your Fun Shoes

It’s not all about work. Or paying the bills. Or making sure everyone is safe…and happy. It’s not all on YOU. Remember fun? Imagination? Curiosity? It’s in the back of your closet under layers of dust. Shoved in, packed in

Don’t Forget to Wear Your Fun Shoes

It’s not all about work. Or paying the bills. Or making sure everyone is safe…and happy. It’s not all on YOU. Remember fun? Imagination? Curiosity? It’s in the back of your closet under layers of dust. Shoved in, packed in