There must come a point when it does, when the circumstances pressing down upon us make the decision for us, regardless of what we would choose otherwise. Basic choices that start us out on our journey of life are not ours to make. I cannot decide where I was born or to whom. I cannot... Continue Reading →
Exploring Personal Responsibility Through a Fictional Lens
Much of my writing has to do with personal choice. I believe that we are responsible for our own lives and admit I have little patience for those who live otherwise. Not because I think they are less, I don't, but because there is so much wasted potential in their lives by letting external forces... Continue Reading →
Sentimental Decluttering
I have never been a particularly materialistic person and don’t enjoy shopping, so collecting an overabundance of stuff has never been a problem for me. But I find our house, which isn’t small, is full of, well, stuff. Just stuff that has accumulated over the years, stuff from living a life. A lot of it.... Continue Reading →