Muscle Memories


At best I am an awkward hugger. It may be a timing thing. I usually don't see the hug coming. I don't want to freeze up and be unresponsive. I have just a split second to decide "Do I go high with the arms?" Then I wonder if I'm being too vulnerable, exposing the rib … Continue reading Muscle Memories

Little Deeper Than “The Devil Made Me Do It”


I don't like to make excuses for who I am or how I do things. I mess up. A lot. But I don't like to apologize for my personality either. ┬áSince age 9 we've all cycled through those thoughts and superfluous statements, of "I don't like this about me, I'm going to change it." "I … Continue reading Little Deeper Than “The Devil Made Me Do It”