Metro Margarita

I am done minding the gap. I am done being an observer. I am getting off the train. I am going up those stairs and I am seeing what the world has to offer. Instead of trying to force the ideas on to a particular train, I am rebuilding one bullet train towards the final destination. Where is that final destination? No one knows just yet. But there is only one train you can take to get there. And that is Metro Margarita.  Read more…

 

 

Sitting at a desk five (sometimes six) days a week and forgetting to pursue what makes one happy can make Jane a dull girl. Why a satirical song about the Clinton era was reverberating between two eardrums is slightly baffling. Adding several books to the home library collection, the smell of a smoking ember began to permeate life again. Creativity – lying dormant for some time – was starting to stretch it’s arms overhead. Read more…


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