Writing

Old…er

It’s my birthday. The anniversary of when I showed up in this world and a nice reminder that I’m still here. Also a nice reminder that I’m older and that much closer to not being here.

Dear Blogger

No matter where you are on the scale of worst case life experiences, I can point you in the direction of much harder, more painful stories that don’t jive with your shallow, linear explanation of why bad things happen.

In These Quiet Hours

It’s a summer morning and the house is quiet. My kids are still asleep and with no school or camp for today, they could very well sleep until noon. I sip my coffee and read the newspaper. Turn on my… Read More ›

My Desk

I don’t have a desk and it’s starting to be a problem. Granted, I don’t think that having one would make me all that more organized and on top of my work. I mean, the idea of having neatly color-coded… Read More ›