Keri-lee Griffiths
Photo by Tyler Easton on Unsplash.com Life is a numbers game. What are the odds, and what are the risks? Does it matter? I have to play the game, calculate the risks, and get on with it. There’s no other choice. I can’t back out now. The day I was conceived was the day I... Continue Reading →
(Fair warning: This post will be all over the place because my mind is experiencing zero G’s and I don’t have much control over it.) I've sat down to write this post a half dozen times over the last three days but every word I type feels disingenuous. They aren’t wrong and the topics really... Continue Reading →
I like it when my day is planned out to the minute. That’s an understatement! I need it? Yep, that’s better. Underline, caps lock, highlight it because I can’t tell you how much I NEED order. I get up at the same time every day, and I don’t set an alarm. My eyes open with... Continue Reading →
The Wandering Cripple 