It starts with an A…

I am thinking about a word and it starts with an A. Actually, I am thinking about many words that start with A. This is reminding me a bit of trying to figure out the real name of the Schmoppet, which might or might not begin with a C. Is it Alabaster? Nope. But that...

Friday Chicken #266: Nike Creche

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. Friday. Friday. For the 266th time in a row, it is catching me by surprise. That is the way of things, it seems. What worked? Anagrams! As secret code! This...

Friday Chicken #209: crown as a verb.

In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. The hard stuff The letter that I didn’t want to receive. Well, not the letter...

Very Personal Ads #131: whoah-struck!

Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. Each week I write these VPAs to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking feels conflicted. I always get useful information about my relationship with various...

The first visit to the Flairground.

A couple weeks ago I found myself cycling into a loop of stuck every time I started thinking about the venue for Shivanauticon. Shivanauticon (which I say in my head with about a thousand exclamation points!) is the extremely sparkly Unconventional that we’re...
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