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All the Other Stuff

The Other Stuff?

It’s a well known fact that I am lousy about titles. I need one to pop into my head. It has not popped yet, so this is what I have.

I found my website getting too cluttered with “parent pages,” so I decided to simplify it with this. Different Voices does actually explain it, but I’m just not happy with the title.

I want my website to reflect the Coffee Chronicles now, but I also want it to include everything else I have done. Here it is.

I’ll work more on this later.

The “Others” List

This is where I’ll list, describe and make all the “others” everything look pretty. Eventually.

For right now, you can find everything (or should be able to) using the menu.

I just really need to get some other projects done right now but this was all bothering me so I took the first step. Accidently deleted it, so retook the first step.

Welcome to Chris’ World.

The Coffee Chronicles

 

Misadventures in Tijuana

Misadventures in Tijuana

If you don't have Facebook, you're missing out. I know some people who get these updates, though, aren't on Facebook so I thought I would add a few things. I've been hard at work on my book and podcast and they lend themselves to darker posts. On Facebook and...

Podcast!

Podcast!

Now had did this happen? Instead of a normal blog post, I'm seeing a podcast post thingie. Me vs my website: still a work in progress. I'm STILL searching for a title for the podcast. "Let's Get Named About Mental Health!" ???? But this is a bonus episode: A Lie of...

Episode 1: Diving In

Episode 1: Diving In

It's finished! Kind of. Okay, not quite, but I am getting there. I started my podcast and the first episode is a wrap. It is being hosted on Podbean and I still haven't figured out how to share the direct feed. You can listen to it on their server. Tomorrow, I will...

Into the Darkness

Yes, I have been procrastinating. You would too. A couple years ago, a friend, a psychiatrist, told me to step away from this project. But it is time. I had a funny conversation with another friend a few years back. For some reason, she always imagined me as the...