It’s Mardi Gras, which means the race is on for who can be the loudest, most obnoxious drunk in the place. I don’t plan on winning.

Let’s celebrate: It’s the one-year anniversary of my death. (Don’t worry, I come back.)

They say the only thing in life we can truly control is our perspective and how we view a situation. Hrmph! Well, what if I WANT to look on the dark side and see the glass as half empty and make a mountain out of a molehill?

That moment when you step back to look at your process and find that the straight line from start to finish has become a tangled mess.

Whoever wrote the song “Winter Wonderland” can go to hell. But they might like the weather too much.

It was a dark and stormy night. Okay, not really. It was a Saturday morning, and my dreams of picking up where I left off on my manuscript were dashed by technology.

Two weeks into 2019 isn’t too late to wish someone a Happy New Year and reflect on the past, is it? Well, even if it is, it’s my blog, and I’ll do what I want.

Something’s happening to some time-honored Christmas carols, and, frankly, I’m offended at the stupidity of it all.

And this is me looking at your brain while you read my blog. Any questions?

I’m thankful for this blog” and other things you never thought you’d hear me say. Or see me write. Or truly mean. Oh forget it. Just read it!