I've had the great privilege of sculpting my life into a shape of my choosing. It's comfortable here. All the curves and angles fit together really well. One reason it's such a good fit is that the vast majority of my responsibilities are to myself alone. While I honor the trust my clients put in... Continue Reading →
week twenty-three: kicking myself out of the house
I'm the first one to admit that I've lost perspective. The parameters of "normal" adult human behavior are kind of fuzzy. And while I usually feel somewhat adult-like or adultish, it's often in the sense that there's no one to stop me from doing stupid (and sometimes wonderful) things like eat cereal for breakfast, lunch... Continue Reading →
week twenty: never not a novice
Forget super speed, or super strength. Forget invisibility, agility or telepathy. There was a time in my life (let's call that time yesterday) when, if given a choice of superpowers, I would have chosen super intelligence. And not just smart, but a few hairs shy of god-like omniscience. Why? Because I've always hated being a... Continue Reading →
week sixteen: tin chef
Sometimes I imagine standing up in front of an AA style meeting and announcing My name is Tracy. I'm Italian and I can't cook. As a teenager, I'd sit at my grandmother's dining room table and flip through the paper while she stood a few feet away stirring up a delicious pasta sauce or frying... Continue Reading →
Tracy Burkholder 