In the early (to me) days of blogging, back in 2006, I found myself one day crying, petrified, completely in fear. I was about to press "publish" on a blog post.
See, I'd gone…
I have a strong memory of the bong I had in high school. It was about 16-18 inches high, cobalt blue, plastic, and it stunk horribly--and interminably--from my attempts to clean it with…
I've read a lot of books. Mostly as a child, teen, college student and--erg, um, well, then it kinda dropped off for a bit until I got scolded by a low-schooled-yet-erudite man who…
I am aware, of course, of the VAST vastvastvastvast uptick in products available, the Made-in-China-fication of production and how products are much more accessible for purchase than they were in my childhood and…
When I was a child in the early ‘70s, there were few-and-far-between resources aimed at kids and little media and content aimed at children. (We were Xers after all and at the bottom…
Her Mind. 'Tis the name of a magazine, not promises of insight in a female-identifying person. Other than if you were to want to read the magazine's article about me and my role…
I had a time in my life when I spent my days intimately involved with a small group of people who were utterly and completely dedicated to personal development and understanding--best folks could--the…