Let’s call this what it is: a space for mental gymnastics, overthinking, and the occasional dignified rant. I’ve never found writing particularly easy—or enjoyable, to be honest. As a kid, it felt like punishment. As an adult, it still kind of does. But here I am, doing it anyway, in public no less.

Why? Because something shifted. Maybe it was retirement, grief, Thailand, or just finally running out of excuses. Whatever the cause, I’ve decided to embrace the mess, the meaning, and the mildly uncomfortable act of sharing thoughts online.

This isn’t a blog with answers or life hacks. It’s more of a trail of breadcrumbs through my brain. Sometimes there’s clarity. Sometimes there’s chaos. Occasionally, there’s insight—or at least a decent metaphor.

Thanks for stopping by. No shoes required.

Dear Dad…

I got word that my father was admitted to the hospital and released back home, yet again. He’s been in and out of hospitals for the last 4 years from stroke, dementia, diabetes, mismanagement of medications and now a serious bout with the flu. At almost 80 years old, as … Read More

To Loving Well

My sharp edges are being rounded off, like a carpenter’s chamfer Softening, weathered by wisdom of the ages, being still, accepting Knowing there is nothing to lose anymore Other than my body, back to the earth Whom might I think to identify myself as, the words describing personality, career, my … Read More

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