I am not a professional writer and I do not pretend to be one. Writing is something I do for fun. Writing feels natural to me. I enjoy the process of corralling a mishmash of my thoughts and refining them into a cohesive flow of words that other people may or may not read. But,… Continue reading If I love to read and write so much, why don’t I just do it?
I live in a small town that is a suburb of a larger city. I get the best of both worlds and this weekend is a small town weekend. It's the weekend of my town's annual festival. Four days filled with activities for all ages, most of which I don't attend, but it gives you… Continue reading Cars, Carnivals, and Flying Critters
Last Friday was a beautiful day and I was lucky enough to be able to take the afternoon off work to enjoy it. I initially had no clear plan of what I wanted to do. I just knew I wanted to be outdoors. On my way out the door of my office, a coworker joked,… Continue reading The Flower Bed Saga: Part One
It crept up on me over the course of an evening two weeks ago. I was eating dinner at Arby's, happily reading a book and devouring a bag of their new seasoned potato chips. Between pages I noticed the vague sensation of a sore throat. Probably too many salty chips I rationalized. By the end… Continue reading The Neighborhood Cats Perform West Side Story At Three In The Morning