The Holding Pattern (Not My Best Blog Ever)

Ever just stared at a blank screen, waiting for words to magically appear? Ever held a paintbrush in your hand, bare canvas before you, dreaming of pictures that you can’t see? Maybe you’re the kind of person who’s a wizard with systems and flow charts, but there’s no one in need of your managerial skills;… Continue reading The Holding Pattern (Not My Best Blog Ever)

When Books Get Tiring

I’m a reader. Love to read. Love to read so much that I currently have a stack of books on my office floor that is approximately 5 feet in height. Love to read so much that almost all of the wall space in my office is filled with bookshelves, and those bookshelves are crammed full… Continue reading When Books Get Tiring

When Hell Is Not Good Enough

I have to confess, I didn’t keep up with the Casey Anthony trial at all. Not a bit. I knew it was going on, but the details of the proceedings were lost on me. So when I sat down at my computer last night, it took me a minute to figure out what in the… Continue reading When Hell Is Not Good Enough

My Son, The Monster

Crying for little to no reason at all. Mood swings. Hitting people. Screaming “NO!” at the top of his lungs. Deliberately disobeying even the smallest request. My son has officially turned into a monster. If Lady Gaga wants him, she can have him. We’re pretty sure it’s because he’s getting his final molars in. And… Continue reading My Son, The Monster