Chicken 334: Losing my pants

A look at the good and the hard in my week, a ritual of reflecting. It is Friday and we are here. {a breath for Friday.} What worked this week? Losing my pants. I did not intend to lose my pants, of course. Just the opposite. We drove into Salt Lake area just in time...

Pirate beauty and other good things.

Have you ever noticed how when you lose something you’ve written, it just happens to be the one piece that is completely brilliant? Because pretty much the only time I’m absolutely positive that what I’ve written is full of sparkly bits of genius is...
The Fluent Self