Once upon a time, somebody must have told me that boys are easier to raise in their teen years than girls. Fairy tail inaugurations aside, I don’t believe I made this up. In fact, I think it was in reference to how horrible boy toddlers are; my relief—this vague and mysterious advisor claimed—would come in … Continue reading
This was supposed to be my year. I guess I am giving away my age a bit (not that I ever lie about that sort of thing) by noting this was the Year of the Horse in Chinese Zodiac circles (I’m not much for astrology as a serious pursuit, but I do think certain truths … Continue reading
I am going through transition number 412, and I feel once again as though I’m getting nowhere. I see the arc of my life and its current descent, and I wonder—often to the point of melancholic distraction—if I will ever achieve any of my goals, see any of my dreams realized. I try to remind … Continue reading
Astrid Cook - The Right Writer 