Author: Charlie Pharis

Always getting ready, never going. Always preparing, never doing. Always planning, never accomplishing. Always mise en place, never cooking. Always wanting, nev...

I want to sit and think and write and read and drink coffee and hide from the world. I want to be in the world among people with no fear or concern for a virus ...

(This post first appeared in my morning pages on September 17, 2018.) I used to love the South. Not the media caricature of the South as racist, crass, and igno...

Reading. I saw in someone’s blog today that they had read three books by simply setting aside 15 minutes with a timer each morning to read. Coupled with Elizabe...

The only things I’ve ever made in my life are messes and excuses. I want to make something. Some noise. Music. An impact. A difference. Art. A living. And a lif...

We don’t watch a lot of TV at our house. Oh, sure…it’s almost always on. But very seldom do we sit and watch a show all the way through. There are e...

From earlier this week: Dear ultra-swanky home gym (AKA The Garage): I’m going to stop pretending that I even like you. I don’t. And that’s no...