Real. Positive.

Part of my personal philosophy of punctuating my life with meaning has run counterpoint to a character trait I have. I am a realist. To an annoying fault. In some cases, this serves me well. I count the cost of everything until it cannot be counted any more and then I count again. I makeContinue reading “Real. Positive.”

Coloring Inside the Lines…

My left hand won’t stop quivering.  Ambidexterity was never something I attempted to cultivate and my poor right hand is paying the price for my ordinariness.  Painstakingly, I hold the tip of the nail polish applicator over the cuticle on my thumb.  A hard jerk, and a wet blob of sea foam green blots theContinue reading “Coloring Inside the Lines…”