"I used to play for silver. Now I play for life.
-- Jack Straw
Welcome
I used to get paid to write. Then one day "the man" stopped paying me, so I quit that paragraph-factory scene. Every now and then though, the urge to string some sentences together comes back and I miss having that platform. And so here we are. Behold the new soap box, such as it is, fueled by an attention-defecit-disorder brain, a website of scattershot topics, a bunch of blogs, as the kids might say. Feel free to have a look around.
I Require Dogs
I require dogs. I've pretty much always had one, at least one, and in one brief lapse of reason, five. My earliest childhood memory involves sneaking into the back yard with my dad to catch a glimpse of our dog's litter of puppies. I was maybe three. The current pack numbers two, three counting me. Both guys are in therapy to recover from rough early years. I'm the therapist. I'm must be a psychotherapist because therapy involves a lot of clients lying on the couch, refusing to answer probing questions about mommy issues and butt-sniffing obsessions.