An Elixir for a Sick Day

Greetings from the land of the sick. Although I'm not the kind to go to the doctor--a fear of being poked and prodded makes me more than a little reluctant--this time I started to sense that something wasn't quite right: no decongestants were working, too many tissues had been used and, although I had done…

The Act of Excavation

 "Why?" asked Strike heavily."Why what?" said Robin, looking up at him. "Why do people do this?" "Blog, you mean? I don't know...didn't someone once say that the unexamined life isn't worth living?""Yeah, Plato," said Strike, "but this isn't examining a life, it's exhibiting it." -The Silkworm (Robert Galbraith, aka J.K. Rowling)When I read these lines in The…

Food for Thought

I had been hoping to find a quiet moment to sit down and write--really, write--before September faded away, but luck wasn't on my side. Between trips to Carmel and New York, a bad respiratory virus mid-month and my grandpap's not being well in Pennsylvania, September simply passed by too quickly and I couldn't quite find…