Please! FEED THE STEFF!

So, having just started this new job o' mine, all my attentions and efforts are sort of being placed in that area of my life right now. As a result, I'm sort of on emotional overload as I'm being forced to kinda re-evaluate my life from the top on down. This sort of thing sends me into a tailspin anyhow, but that I'm now working in a neighbourhood that played hugely both in my childhood and in my relationship with my mom this week, the week that includes both her birthday and the anniversary of finding the cancer that killed her, well, WOW. What a headspace, Batman. I'm kinda caught between elation and a flood of bad memories, you know?

So y'all need to help me.

Send me articles you think I need to read, send me questions you want my nickel'o'speak on, conundrums you need an impartial vote on, and, HEY, if I've slipped up and forgotten to answer an old email of yours, please clue me in! I try to answer everyone either privately or publically, but this fallibility gene is a bitch. Sometimes I forget. Shit happens.

Email's here. Comments work.

Now the Beach Boys' "Help Me, Rhonda" is playing loudly on my inner jukebox. Gah.