bad hair = good inspiration

I woke up this morning resembling Albert Einstein, my hair stuck straight up illimitably, in places it has never ventured before. Lately, this seemingly trivial occurrence has been a portent for boundless creativity – a reliable but puzzling association. What could it mean? Was Albert E. full of creative juices whenever he had a bad… Continue reading bad hair = good inspiration

in which self-consciousness is thrown to the wolves, and a culinary metaphor is utilized

I stared blankly at the screen. No amount of will, or begging, could make the words come – at least, not in the way I wanted. I began to peck away at the keyboard slowly, unenthusiastically, hoping that somehow, something relevant and exciting would emerge. Nothing. “Mom?”I peeked out from behind the screen to see… Continue reading in which self-consciousness is thrown to the wolves, and a culinary metaphor is utilized