The Yoga World Findings

We hear things all the time like, “there are only two kinds of people in the world,” or, “there are only eight personality types.”  Blah. blah, blah.  There’s usually some truth to it too, that people fit certain archetypes.  These categories of people are usually observed when groups get together from all walks of life…

Finding Checkmate

My writing and I have reached a stalemate.  I have a thousand stories running through my head, but I can’t make a move. I’m locked into the throes of the writing world, but I’m starting to feel like I’m in handcuffs. It isn’t writer’s block, quite the contrary. I get a new idea when the…

Blue Moons Happen

I have a thing.  Any of my close friends or family members would recognize it immediately, because when it shows up, it doesn’t do a great job being discrete.  It makes itself known by twiddling my thumbs, chewing my bottom lip, or flat-out making demands out of my mouth.  It is the thing I have that keeps…

Front and Center

Writers have the worst egos of any people on Earth.  We probably think too highly of our own writing, and too poorly of everyone elses writing.  I could go on about this for hours, investigating all of the reasons why, which would mostly trace back to the fact we are so passionate.  I would conclude…

The Formative Years: Barbies, Soaps, and Solitude

     When I was a little girl I didn’t really play all that much.  I was an only child, as well as grandchild.  While my parents were off working hard, I spent most of my early days with my amazing grandmother learning who all my presidents are, who the faces on U.S. currency are, and what…

Ode to the Pink Flask

     I have found something wonderful in life.  At first glance it’s a bit silly, and something a little bit sad to identify with.  I have a new flask I got for Christmas, and if I believed (which I do not) that people could somehow exist in inanimate objects, this alcohol-delivering vessel is the thing I’d be. …

Torquemada’s Chair: The Conclusion

     So I did it…I now have two bleeding holes where those pesky wisdom teeth used to live.  It’s difficult to recognize my victory while I examine my cheeks through oxycodone goggles only to notice the resemblance to a chipmunk preparing for a brutal winter (take a moment to sketch this out…it’s amusing).  In the past 72 hours I’ve eaten…

Dog Watching

I learn a lot by watching the behaviors of my two dogs, Scarlet O’Hara and Daisy Duke.  First of all, I must point out that who we really are as humans is very animalistic.   Everything they do, minus the canine “handshake” (for most of us), we are pretty much guilty of doing as well.  The only…

A Trip to Torquemada’s Chair

     A man in a strategically placed white coat wants to do something terribly sinister to me.  He claims it will benefit me in the long run, and that I will experience only mild discomfort…I don’t buy it.  Even those near and dear to me claim it won’t be so bad. They “handle” me by telling me lively…