“One day you’ll no longer feel the winter wind biting you,” passed through my mind a few times last week. It was a sad thought. One day, we all stop experiencing this life. At 50, I find myself trying to drink as much in as possible, appreciating even the physically uncomfortable moments, knowing there’ll be a last time.
Home. Ill with flu. Just a matter of days after meeting a psychiatrist, addressing a loss of motivation and creativity. And home today, felt like watching ...
An ongoing goal of the Luddite Odyssey Project is to read more. Casey Johnston’s latest post included a few pointers, most I’d already worked into daily lif...
It’s the day after the second “No King” protest. I’m at a dog show in Salem, Virginia. We stood for the anthem. I stared at the flag, sang the words with f...
Had a moment of relief and elation on my run. I pulled out my phone and saw a text from an old boss/mentor. He had sent a pic of the letter I wrote twenty y...
