Would You Bet on the Stylist, the Plumber or the Doc?
A plumber, a hairdresser and a doctor walk into a bar. When the server returns, in addition to handing over their drinks, he issues each an identical box of 100 facial photos and a challenge: Sort the box’s contents into Read More …
Not Dead Yet. Not Even Mostly Dead (+Writer Unboxed Redirect)
So I disappeared without explanation, and I’m sorry about that — the lack of explanation, not the retreat. After years of faking extroversion online, I hit my limit and entered a seven-week Franzen moment. I wanted to roll myself in Read More …
Ongoing Brain Wars (Plus Writer Unboxed Redirect)
In an ongoing effort to improve my mental capacity, I borrowed book from library on meditation. I took it with me to dance class, remember setting it down somewhere and at the time thinking, If I’m not careful, I’ll never Read More …
It’s Only Paranoia if the Buddhists Aren’t Out to Get You
2013 was the year I decided to pursue a lifelong goal and finally learn to meditate. But my progress hasn’t been as swift as anticipated. Despite committing to a full five minutes a day for the last six weeks, I’m Read More …
Stalking Michael Hauge and Other Non-Psychotic Matters
1. I’m taking a road trip this weekend, me Zesties. I’m driving with Frank to another Albertan city where he will play with his cousins, and I’ll attend a full-day writing conference with Michael Hauge. In fact, this makes my Read More …
So I Have This Unsympathetic Daughter…
I might have been complaining yesterday about how limited my life has become with broken ribs, to the point Molly had enough. “What can’t you do now?” she demanded. “What?” To tell the truth, I had to think before I could reply. Read More …
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