My knowledge, insights, and skills didn’t rain from glitter-filled clouds from the night skies while angels sang me to sleep. Painful experiences shaped me.
April 18, 2018
My inner gnome is a one-foot-tall, short-legged, pot-bellied, always naked (save for a hula hoop of leaves around his waist that do nothing to hide his nether regions), playfully short-tempered, grumpy, and giggly child with a beard. And all this inner gnome wants to do is go out into ...