In 1908, A Harvard philosopher named Josiah Royce wrote a book with the title The Philosophy of Loyalty. Royce was not concerned with the trials of aging. But he was concerned with a puzzle that is fundamental to anyone contemplating
We’re still experiencing some minor technical difficulties on the back end. It turns out when Amanda first created this website, she utilized a platform intended for persons well-versed in coding, hosting, and site… creating? See I don’t even know what
We were hit by malware! I can’t explain what that means because I have no idea. August has been a wild ride. At the end of July, I noticed some texts missing from our lovely content contributor, Christina(‘s), posts here.
Well, it happened, with my talented and wonderful friend Christina on board, I fell off updating this blog myself. I’ve missed many Poetry Ptuesdays and I’m backlogged on Spending Breakdown by TWO months! I haven’t completely finished my bench, and
[Whoa! I missed TWO Poetry Ptuesday. Guys, my bad! Here’s a fun one though.] * All Those Gold Leaves by Anis Mojgani My piano coat unbuttoned and all my pianos fell into the leaves. I was picking up pianos for
I have been away from desk for a minute, even falling off with my weekly Poetry Ptuesday series for the first time since its inception back in January, my apologies. Life just took over a bit. I also missed a
Just a phenomenal interview overall, especially this: “You are honoring yourself every time you follow though on something you want to explore.” What excellent advice. Happy Thursday, kitties.
Remember my very appreciated girl? Well, in the last 3 months she has kept up being her beautiful and productive self. Today she got a homemade haircut from me. The trimmings are adventuring to Missouri and California to hopefully become
… and you can too! Click here to join. I have really been working on changing the way I spend (and save), and trying to take my time with each and every purchase so that I make deliberate, informed choices
The Yankees needed ditch diggers, sandhogs, fodder for the wild hunger of their mills and sent out invitations with no RSVPs. My people came then, dimly knowing they had to cut away the baggage of the selves they brought with