On The Nature of Pipe Dreams

Moving back in with my mother, and bringing my pet cat along with me, I had stars in my eyes and hopes that the cats would get along.  Most have told me that older cats don't really put too much energy into territoriality the way the younger ones do, and so I was hoping I… Continue reading On The Nature of Pipe Dreams

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Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances (or “Whatever the Hell is In Store for Me Next”)

There once was a time where I knew where I was going in my life, of that I am sure. From those recently past days, I have notes and drawings and piles of self-wrought scripture, to follow without doubt as to the destination or the nature of the path I took.  Everything was crystal clear,… Continue reading Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances (or “Whatever the Hell is In Store for Me Next”)

On Moving Back Home

I am - more than a little worried, though many tell me that I needn't be.  It's just something about being on one's own for the first time in one's life that breeds the kind of morbid hubris I am now struggling with.  Namely, do I return to live in my mother's home, do I… Continue reading On Moving Back Home