Every December fruitcake, the most misunderstood holiday treat, is forced back into the holiday spotlight again for more abuse. Hate on its unimaginative loaf shape. Mock its colorful but unrecognizable “food-like” ingredients. Ostracize it with a journey straight from the front door to the trashcan. But do this at your own risk of self-deprivation... and mob mentality.
Warning: be prepared for s-sound overload in the S paragraphs Every year the inevitable happens; I grow another year wiser. Each birthday has significance in some way, big or small, and my birthday that took place a few days ago was no different. Except this year’s birthday took place in the middle of the coronavirus… Continue reading The Birthday Blues E-S-S-A-Y
I write to relate to the world around me. I write to find words for my feelings, to reflect on my previous mistakes and triumphs, and find common connections between me, my experiences, and everyone else in the world. I write to connect with others. I write to create and to put my imagination to… Continue reading Why I Write