So you’ve heard of the acronym FOMO, that stands for Fear of Missing Out? Well, I have been plagued almost all my life with a new one: FOBL.
Continue readingFOMO? No! FOBL.
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It’s HERE!
My brand-new book is finally up on Amazon – hot off the press… well, computer!
It’s just like riding a bicycle…
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Me and My Dad
Here’s the thing: my dad was always there for me; in a pinch, you would’ve wanted him in your corner. I think if I relay a handful of incidents where he ‘saved’ me in one way or another, you’ll see what I mean.
Driving Me Crazy
A tale of anxiety run rampant: such was my lot about 40 years ago; luckily, as this fictionalized account implies, it eventually ran its course entirely. (Okay, almost entirely. I still prefer to avoid scarily high bridges.)
Learning to Drive… Again. Thanks, Ma!
This is a modest tribute to my sweet, wise mother, who passed away almost ten years ago. I miss her every day.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 