When I want to clear the fuzzy, cloudy bits from my brain, I typically go for a walk. But last week, after finishing final edits on my current manuscript (and reading my story just one more time, again and again), I found myself in a swirly, slaphappy haze.     It was the kind of brain fog that nibbled away at my common sense. I should’ve just gone for a walk, or better yet, taken a nap, but no,… Read more »

  Last week I ran into the grocery store to pick up a few things. Diced tomatoes.  Check. Cereal.  Check. Bread.  Check BIZ.  Huh? It was a mystery.  One I’d written down myself only twenty minutes earlier, and still I stood there in aisle nine staring helplessly at the baking powder and flours, as if they might offer me up some sort of clue as to what BIZ was supposed to be. But I got nothing.  A brain fog—or my… Read more »