Straight Talk on Self Talk

Calling in self-gaslighting and inadvertent ghost writing...and centering intuition.

Greetings from my igloo, friends. I say that with a hint of hyperbole, but really I mean it just a smidge shy of literally, because every where I look, I see nothing but a patina of ice on top of piles of stale, grit-studded snow. Just picture the unlovely gray scape of a winter that has overstayed its welcome, double it, and voilà! Good as a postcard f…