All of my adult life, I’ve been a bit phobic about making the pinched biscuits my mother made at least daily when I was growing up. She showed me her process (there was no recipe) repeatedly, and every batch I made was a crushing disappointment (to me, anyway). Fast forward thirty years, and I’ve been…
But what about Matt?
Ok, ok. So what am I doing now? Well, I’m currently officially unemployed, but as a dear friend and fellow entrepreneur commented to me recently, entrepreneurs are never unemployed. Thankfully, I’ve found that to be true. I’m working on a major “saw-sharpening” project that will hopefully pay off in a marketable skill in the near…
Happy New Year
It’s odd, I think, that we talk about coming to crossroads. One of the things that becomes clearer to me with each passing year is that each moment is a crossroads. We choose in each moment what and who we will be. We choose where we put our energy and attention. We choose to dedicate…
Saturday Rediscovered
I’ll be the first one to admit that down-time is a good thing for anyone, but the fact is that I’m just not terribly good at it quite yet. After mowing not only my own lawn but the back lawns of the three adjacent neighbors (yeah, I’ve got a little nervous energy working), I did…
Saturday Morning Fever
I rolled out of bed at 9:38am. On a Saturday morning, I got out of bed at twenty-to-ten. You don’t have to get how nice that was, but I do, and it was glorious. Busby was still snoring in his crate at the head of my bed, and Tate was curled into his accustomed little…
What’s up
My mom’s had another cancer issue. It is being resolved as quickly and as effectively as medical science allows, but it’s still a pisser. She’s tough, my sweet Southern Moma, but I worry about her. And I try not to get her involved with drama here. That winds up meaning calling less, though, and she’ll…
Whirlwinds, Ruby Slippers, and Friends of Dorothy
Ok, yes, I did notice this week that Oz is back on HBO, and while there’s nothing quite like a men-in-prison serial for mature audiences to get my attention, that’s really not what I intended to talk about. After a few beers, oh, yeah. But not today. Chaotic is a polite way of describing the…