I’m a compulsive over-sharer. I’m a writer by profession. I once tripped William Shatner and I eat pie with a spoon.
In September 2012, my small family acted against all good sense — we sold our 1920 Craftsman bungalow in one of the most popular cities in the world, quit the best job I’d ever had, and moved to a small town with 300 days of sunshine per year, empty parking spaces in front of the library, and a 1965 ranch house remodel with our names on it.
Life is bendable. Let’s find out what shape we can make it.
(For more on the beginnings of this brilliant nonsense of starting over, you can read my opening post, here.)