I follow a lot of food bloggers, and I’m not sure why. Don’t get me wrong; I love food; my ample midsection is damning evidence of that fact. But there is no stretch of the definition of a “foodie” that would include me.
Although it is the same canvas day after day, Nature paints something new every morning.
…are the Northerners who always complain we Southerners can’t drive in snow and ice, yet are the ones who moved down here to escape cold winters in the first place.
I achieved a lot. But I didn’t accomplish a damned thing.
Some people write about their struggles; where I just struggle with my writing. Big difference.
When I was younger, my interests interfered with work. Now work interferes with my interests…