I am shattered, unbalanced. Not seeing a clear path forward, I’m driven where these feelings always drive me – to pen and paper, or keyboard and screen. When I don’t see the next step, I begin to write, and somehow, usually, by the time I finish writing, I’ve discovered a solution.

And so this blog begins. I don’t know how long I’ll need to write. I can’t predict how many rabbits I’ll chase along the way, but if you join me for this journey, together, perhaps, we’ll discover what I must do now that

I Love A Mexican . . .

If you want to start reading from the beginning start here: