. I know who my real friends are because at holiday parties, they not only build my vision of gingerbread house (check out those sweet marshmallow bricks!), but then decorate them, also at my behest, with a frosting bicycle. . (I would live here! Except that I would probably die …
The other day, it was dark, I was driving my work truck back to work, and I nearly got hit by another car. It was entirely my fault. I pulled up to an intersection, looked left, looked right, looked back left, and then proceeded through, totally without seeing the car …
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what actively feeds my soul and what I do simply out of habit, or because I think I have to, or because I feel like I’ll disappoint someone if I don’t. Maybe that sounds easy, but I’ve been finding it kind of hard …
It turns out that when I drive I am totally that old lady you hate to follow, the one who’s always going slightly below the speed limit, stopping for all the pedestrians and cyclists and letting other people into her lane and otherwise slowing you down on your very important …
