This happens sometimes: I?ll get some saying stuck in my head, Google it, and find the only person to have ever mentioned it online was me. And usually in a previous column. For example, someone, somewhere once told me that, … Read on.
By the time you read this, it will have happened. Some collusion of time and fate will have already transpired, and now I am 40. I’ve had a birthday — likely the last I’ll bother to celebrate. There are many … Read on.
I keep a folder on my desktop that contains the trimmings, dead ends and other bits that didn’t, for whatever reason, make the sausage casing of this column. I call it “Lost Lines,” though clicking through it, as I am … Read on.
I just caught myself whistling. This is how I know I?ve climbed out of whatever depression I?ve stumbled into with the added bonus of not noticing when. Suddenly, I was happy. It?s like those mid-century Disney flicks that blended live-action … Read on.