“A watched pot never boils” my grandmother used to say. Truer words were never spoken. A watched pot never boils… A poem never writes itself… not without great labor… and waiting… And then the words boil over… from the heart from mine, to another who…

When the going gets tough, the tough get milkshakes and go bowling, because it’s Saturday night and the tough need a better work-life balance. You can’t expect the tough to be on call twenty four- seven these days. You don’t earn degrees, you don’t earn…