Of Dishwater, Mothers, and Rings

In “Every Time He Shakes His Tail,” I remember my last year in graduate school, specifically the month of March, just six weeks before graduation. I almost didn’t graduate, and I would have been fine with that but it was not to be.

Mostly what I remember from that time is discovering writing. That alone would’ve been worth the study and the years. Honestly, I’m still learning from this experience and I remember it frequently.

As always, I offer the swinging bench. Take a few minutes, as this one is a bit longer than the others. Hope you enjoy it.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

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