There is always a crisis that calls us away from our creative work, again and again.
Suddenly, I don’t want San Diego to be my home base any more.
It’s just not worth it to lose focus on the things that matter much more to me.
I have been accused of terminal laziness by some very authoritative people — my parents and my grandmother, among others — just so you know I have credibility in this field.
I’ve been realizing that I like — and need — routine, familiarity.
It takes courage to face our fears.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I miss you.
I thought I could train Scout myself with the help of a few books and YouTube videos but I’m just not that disciplined.
Sometimes, that’s the best you can do.
I used to wonder why homeless people haul around huge piles of stuff in shopping carts. Now I know. When you need your stuff, you need your stuff.