I don't sing in front of a lot of people. I also don't play my ukulele in public (only my parents and my boyfriend have had that privilege). My therapist always tells me that I should take a risk when I feel like I'm stuck in a rut. Creating something has always been an outlet... Continue Reading →
The only excuse I have for being absent from this blog is that I have gone through changes (as have all of us), both beneficial and unfavorable, enough to make one sulk and wallow in their own self-pity. Usually that's my shining moment to write but, months ago, my love for writing had become a... Continue Reading →
I take public transit to work because parking in downtown Portland is expensive. I always set an early alarm so I can have enough time to take a shower, eat breakfast, pack a lunch, and then get to the train station or bus stop. Sounds like a good morning routine…if that’s how it happened. Instead,... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 