I love to write, to reflect, and process the life I don't deserve by just stabbing at it - throwing words up like those creepy, plastic, stretchy cereal toys to see if they stick to the wall and start to migrate. Reality sets in between the exuberant moment when the spider-like creature sticks at the top of the course and its floppy landing on the floor. How apropos. Some awfully nifty women here in northwest Arkansas have begun producing a fantastic little show (it's not little) called Listen ... View Post