Gridlock. Analysis paralysis. Homeostasis. Standing still. Status quo. Whatever you call it, there’s a lot of it going around.
Words are the currency of pretty much everything we do. Even our currency has words on it, for crying out loud.
A couple of days ago I heard a couple of old guys talking over a diner table.
What kind of an old man or woman do you want to be?
Some people are about the having, and others are about the searching.
It’s a little maddening, having a bird outside my window who mimics the chirp of my front door alarm.
I won’t let my plum tree go without a fight.
Summer’s here and the time is right to be bitchin’ ’bout the heat.
I’m not sure whether my childhood infatuation with flying things is nature, nurture, or both.
Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, but it’s not a bad recipe for a weekend.