The Beans of Overanalysis

by | being a writer, inspiration

The Beans of Overanalysis My psychologist tells me I tend to overanalyze things. She is not the first loved-one to do this. I finally asked her, “Do you mean compared to other people?” “Well, yes.” This surprised me. What do others do during the quiet stretches of...

Dogs, Death, and Being Alive

by | musings

Dogs, Death, and Being Alive Day three and lo and behold, I awake happy, fresh. Make bed, drink water, meditate and mantra, yoga. The routine completed, I head down to feed the dogs.   Old three-legged Camilla had decided to pee and poop—again—in the house.   But this...

First Days of Housesitting as a Writer

by | musings

First Days of Housesitting as a Writer I stayed with Claudio for four days before he departed. It was too many days. He suggested I come early to get the lay of the land, but I soon realized that it was mainly because he was lonely. Which would have been fine if he...