I am hesitant to talk about my personal goals for 2014 largely because I know my parents read this column. They have a a really irritating habit of holding me accountable to my goals.
As the year goes on and my resolutions recede — as they ought — into the softer and more manageable world of complacency, my mother will call me on Saturday morning with the inevitable questions:
How’s that weight loss thing going, huh?
You doing that longer writing project you said you wanted to pursue?