We covered some of the more troublesome topics of our time but sometimes worry is just you revving in neutral.
I staggered around for a while seeing nothing but the pulsing imprint of blinding illumination. It was like my eyeballs were floating in a lava lamp.
To declare ourselves chosen is to unwittingly echo the chorus of every failed civilization preceding.
Tragedy is the bonding agent, but the memories we always find our way to are the goofy ones.
I first realized this back in the freshly bald days when I gouged my head on a protruding roofing nail in my garage.
I did so little road time last year I never took the snow tires off the tour van.
It is my naïve hope that what we are doing here is acknowledging each other as humans.
At some point I realized we were all standing there not checking our phones.
It doesn’t get much more old-fashioned than that. Clear back to the caves.
I knew early I wasn’t cut out to be a farmer, but I loved that farm. You could stand me on any acre and I’d have a story.
If I’m making a big deal out of a little deal, I feel the same when I flip a switch and light pours forth.
We shot the breeze a while, caught up, and then made our way home, hearts lifted as they always are when human interaction leaves you with hope for humans.
Last week I received a mysterious call from a friend.
I write this in a week of uncertainty, as if certainty were ever anything but a blind privilege.
Much of life is built on sunk cost; I’ll count it a blessing to break even.
Today is the first day following winter when finally the air is warm enough that you can just wade in without so much as a windbreaker.
Lately I have been spending a little more time than I’d prefer walking the black dog.
Last week my dad called with good news about his neighbor Royal. Royal is not his real name, but that is the name we will use today. Royal is …
To this day I still prefer to declare a deer has big horns — there is blunt joy in twinning the unadorned words.
If everything went our way all the time we might come to think we somehow deserved it.
In a corner of my office there hangs a framed poster of a young boy walking beside his dog on a sunlit dirt path.
I want to be antifragile. I also never wish to discount the beauty of fragility as it relates to the ephemeral.
In this the winter of more hunkering down than usual, a public service message: nothing ameliorates cabin fever like two cats and a laser pointer.
If the prognosticators have it right, we have another six nights of subzero to go.
If one receives an award without lobbying for it, and it is given purely, it is ungracious to make jokes or self-deprecate to the point of denigrating the folks who took the time to arrange the kindness.