The Third Act

If there’s one thing I’ve always been able to count on it’s that I have more to do. More to create, to live, to experience. And so, when you find yourself presented with the option of time running out, of possibilities thinning and horizons growing...

An Elk Ate My Brussels Sprouts.

No, really. I was just bragging to hubby about how smart I was to leave the last few stalks in the garden as it would provide yummy fresh-from-the-earth vegies, when I went to pick some. Pride comes before the fall. I stood looking at the mess made of all my efforts...