Life’s Act III comes with its fair share of creaky knees, misplaced reading glasses, and an occasional moment of walking into a room and completely forgetting why you’re there. But it also has a delightful perk—one I am about to let you in on. Grab a notepad so you can play along at home. See,… Continue reading
Someone asked me the other day what I mean by “Breaking Hip,” the name of this here blog. It had been swirling around in my head for months, but I hadn’t tried to say it out loud before. I gave it a shot. Halfway in, I realized the shot needs a rewrite. Let’s try that… Continue reading
I can’t write. Not in the “tortured artist staring out the window at the rain” sort of way, but in the way where you sit down, full of good intentions, and realize the words, which used to show up like old friends with stories to tell, now skitter off to some dark corner of my mind,… Continue reading