How much more life will I live before it’s time to change the head on my electric toothbrush again? Time is visceral these days. I’m parsing out my life in an effort to make a day, a month, a year meaningful. Life-affirming. I like to think things are not just slipping by for me. No.…
When did we start pushing buttons on every corner? Maybe some titled agency conducted a study that determined people waste point-however-many-minutes waiting for traffic lights to change. That those minutes equaled point-point-lost-dollars in revenues. It is possible a think-tank or non-profit group decided something had to be done about the anxiety-inducing wait. Whatever the reason,…
A couple of months ago, Barb, aka Book Club Mom, interviewed me and asked about my experience finding an agent. At the time of the interview I had not yet looked for an agent. I have spent the past few weeks in that process and I feel a metaphor coming on. Finding an agent is…
This too shall pass. Not a fan of this phrase. Sure, it may pass, of course it will pass. The sun comes up and goes down and days go by and in due course, things pass. I get it. That doesn’t mean they pass well, or things are better after they pass, or that you…