I don’t give a f**k what the Chinese Zodiac says, 2017 was THE YEAR OF THE DEAD HAMSTER.  Continue reading

I’m starting to scare myself.

My descent into madness began at an early age. When I saw the world for what it was on that long ago and immediate star-filled night. Dripping, naked, with bared teeth. I looked into its eyes and saw no empathy. A wall of apathy. No reason nor the care to reason. Just a huge, hungry emptiness. Continue reading

Decluttering: The Konterry Method

You have it too good. You have too much. Look in a mirror and yell at yourself with your eyes. Save your breath for talking to your things. Continue reading


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I’ve witnessed childbirth three different ways. I’ve been to two baby showers. I’ve attended a blogging convention where I was one of four men. I thought I had seen women at their most womenish. But none of those experiences prepared me for the master class that was the DEMONSTRATION. Continue reading


I got to talking to Kirsten one day. Before a meeting. Or after. Or maybe it was during the meeting. I don’t have the steadiest of attention spans. I do remember that we didn’t reserve the conference room just so I could unload some personal issues, but that’s what ended up happening. Continue reading