Numbers, Choices, and Other Difficult Things…

Numbers. Back when I was back and forth about putting my words from notebooks or files on my computer into a blog, I made myself a promise: numbers wouldn’t matter. Ever. The stats page was a mere acquaintance, not a friend. I promised to myself that as long as I was did the following, I …

Close. Comfort. And Something Like Courage.

Once again, I find myself sitting in Starbucks. On my drive through Eastern Kentucky into town, I figured this trip would be no different than the others. Today has been a mundane day. Nothing awful, but also nothing extraordinary. I grabbed my backpack. Macbook, journal, headphones - my usual. I took the same route as …