Jim Mitchell

Seeing The Forest For The Trees

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

No matter how well-intentioned we are, sometimes we allow things to sneak into our lives under the guise of it being something important.

The Ant Mound

Saturday, July 28, 2018

One of my earliest childhood memories is traumatic, at least what would seem traumatic to a three-and-a-half-year-old little boy. Though it didn’t turn out to be the end of the world, it sure seemed like a living hell when it happened. I still carry the memory with me a half-century later, so it damaged me on some level.

Memorable Cigarettes

Saturday, July 28, 2018

After nearly fifty years, I can still remember the first time I smoked a cigarette. It was early spring and my family lived on a farm in a semi-rural part of Colorado, a little north of Denver, at the foot of the Rocky Mountains.

Start Somewhere

Friday, July 27, 2018

Eventually you use up every excuse in your book for not doing the thing you keep saying you’re going to do. You’ve procrastinated yourself into a corner and realize it’s either time to just do it, or finally forget about it and move on.