Fear of the unknown, is it warranted? Executives say yes. The Terminator's Skynet and 2001: A Space Odyssey HAL 9000 put our fears on the movie screen, showing that technological advancement may be our demise. Did you know that "Good Morning Dave" wasn't part of the Script for A Space Odyssey? It was made famous... Continue Reading →
Somewhere east of Nashville, TN Driving along a sparse country road in my town a few years ago, I noticed a bad-ass Dodge Charger, black with darker than legal windows stopped in the middle of the road. It rumbles, fast and mean. As I approach, it backs up, going the wrong way in the opposite lane.... Continue Reading →
It's more than chasing the negative monsters from enveloping our soul, but to find the muse, the courage, the confidence to reach for the impossible when thoughts of I'm not good enough are overwhelming.
Fires continue to burn the west, hurricanes along the coast with rip tides colliding with vacations. It's raining again in Nashville, TN, like tears draining my self-confidence in each puddle.
Weather Mt. Juliet, TN 2020 Tornado I'm concerned about climate change, no matter who's at fault. As I write this post, Fred has made landfall along the Florida panhandle, passed over GA, threw some at East TN and now heading north. Grace has been upgraded to a hurricane, but hoping no US impace and so... Continue Reading →
I'm an oxymoron. I'm a positive person finding the silver lining in every situation; but in my imagination, I see murder in the subtitles.
Looking forward to fall in the south is like the arrival of spring after a long, dreary winter. Lower temperatures and falling leaves bring thoughts of bonfires, sipping a warm toddy with friends while scalding hotdogs over the open flames, watching the dancing sparks fly like snowflakes toward the stars. It's a rebirth of sorts;... Continue Reading →
My heart breaks for the lost lives of that day, our first responders who gave the ultimate sacrifice, and the families left behind. You are not forgotten.
I am fortunate to have a critique partner who knows how to help me find the balance between blowing wind up my ass or to help me adjust the sails in the storm, then weather the calmer seas.
In the morning on day two, I take my coffee on the front porch. It's raining, again. My creek runneth over and I have so many things to be grateful for - life, home, and food in the fridge.