Wallowing In It

Joey describes me as an unflinching optimist. And I like that description. It makes me feel good. I’m just not so sure that it’s true – at least not true all the time. Maybe it depends on the day. Or my hormone level. Or the people I’m around. I have spent the last couple of…

my escape plan?

My escape plan

No one died.  One of my sons has described me as having retarded unflinching optimism. I took that description as a compliment, even though I’m not sure it was meant to be. I believe it’s all a matter of perception – what we tell ourselves. As long as no one has died, there’s always a…