The backs of my hands are always tender. Seems like I have at least one scratch or bruise always healing on the backs of my hands. I have always been hard on my hands. I build, craft, mold and create with my hands. I am proud of the things I make. Being a 'maker' is... Continue Reading →

We all tend to romanticize our dreams and then become disappointed that reality doesn't measure up. This is such an injustice that we do to ourselves. The external world has no way of matching the world in our minds. Luckily it goes both ways and things are rarely as bad as we imagine. One of... Continue Reading →