For New Years, I’m re-solved to be me: “Choose” the secret to success

My re-solution? My again-solution. Is it chosen? Or shown?

We harden our shells… Like turtles, not cockroaches

Turtles cannot live without carrying their living, scarred shells…

Thanksgiving Magicians

Sometimes, some part of me craves solitude. Othertimes, connection. Sometimes those sometimes don’t align in time. Holidays can be misaligned; expectations and disappointments in the same cauldron… A witch’s brew or warlock’s cocktail of awareness…

Words. Nice. Depression. Fraud.

Jane asked Dick, “Who do people say that I am?”