Home is a Gigantic Teflon-Coated Frying Pan (Part 1 of 3)

You know that stalled job-search-slash-quest-for-vocational-direction I blathered on about in my previous post? The one trying like the dickens to break the chokehold of a more-troubled-than-average childhood’s “Stretch Armstrong”-style tentacles? Well, there’s something about it I forgot to mention. One minor detail that slipped my mind. It has a Siamese twin. The fraternal kind. The …

The Sad News about SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder)*

I felt so down and fatigued, like a plane that’s run out of fuel and is coasting toward a certain crash landing.