Grief and the magic trick of peripheral vision


I write. a lot. I used to share almost all of them. But not of late. How many sad things can you write about before your friends stage an intervention? Or just stop reading? It happened again today. But at work. All the things are that are just below the surface threatened to bubble over … Continue reading Grief and the magic trick of peripheral vision

I’m just a big cry baby


It's not quite 9 a.m. and here's my first pile of kleenexes of the day. It's a bit of an understatement to say ¬†I can be ¬†emotional. I put on a good poker face, I can be pretty hardcore, but get me in my car 10 minutes after an altercation and my eyes are leaking. … Continue reading I’m just a big cry baby