A Year of Firsts. And Lasts.

When I reflect on this year, it seems that the inevitable reality of life, and of death, just catapulted to the head of the line.

Confessions of a Covid Confinement

“Socially distancing wasn’t the problem. Socially connecting was.”

The Pursuit of Joy

I have been thinking about David Bowie a lot this month. I’m not sure why. It might have started when I really listened to “Heroes” closely. I mean, I have heard that song hundreds of times (if not more) but for some reason, I really listened closely, not to the lyrics, but to the layered

Acceptance AKA “What If…”

There is a school of thought or belief that the individual journey we are on is exactly the one we are supposed to be on. It is phrased in many different ways. Perhaps you have heard things such as “it was meant to be” or “it happened for a reason”. I don’t personally subscribe to

I’m back (and squishier than before)

“..within each of us lies the ability to be cracked open a bit more regardless of whether we may consciously or unconsciously be willing to be an active participant.”

Life Between the Creases

I wanted big-ass butt cheek prints to change the cushioning of my couch seating so they looked well worn, (to paint an image).

Feelings (whoa, whoa, whoa Feelings)

That is what love really is – when you are witnessing those you would die for just being in the moment and embracing the fleeting nature of it all.

Lessons from a Soup Kitchen

Life is a journey for all of us but we have to be willing to open up the entire map (or scroll down the GPS to keep it relevant).

The Kids Who See Me Through

I am a very lucky man because there is nothing more affirming than seeing your own children exhibit behavior that is selfless, resolved and decisive…

There is no better way to help oneself than helping others so this is me being selfish.