IT’LL GET THERE
On Its Own …
When The Heart Has Time
Not Ready, Freddy?
… Later, Procrastinator.
I’d Cured My Worst Adolescent Habit …
… of Procrastination and pitching Lame Excuses.
It happened thanks to one man.
A man named Ralph.
Back in 1977. Continue reading “Teacher’s Pet”
It – All Of It – Just Isn’t Working …
The It … being … Me.
“I Couldn’t Be Trusted With The Old Truth And The New Test.”
You’d think it would be a small task for mortals. Continue reading “I’m It”
The dude over there.
“Grinning … in My mirror. Wearing … My new shoes. Eating … My breakfast oats.”
Silly Bastard. Continue reading “Ode To Self”
Now What Am I Supposed To Do For An Encore?
The eternally, hopeful optimist in me figures I’m about halfway there.
The troubled pessimist?