Today I fell out of my kayak—intentionally. On this day in 2022, I went for a swim in a lake…
Losing Trees: Being Okay with Being Alone
Spongey forest earth gave gently under my feet as Sam walked beside me through the tall grasses, hedge parsley, and…
Climbing Mountains: Standing up to Fear
I climbed a mountain. Ok, not literally. Literally, I climbed a gravel path lined with cactus and creosote, punctuated with…
Emotional Background: The Senses as They Affect and Effect Art
I’ve never put much stock in a “New Year.” Changing a calendar from one year to the next is no…
Ripples: Determinism on the Lake
(above: calm cove near Miller Rd, Lake Ray Hubbard in North Texas, October 2023, kayak view) I spent ten months…
Bones and Brains: Healing and Empathy
Let me begin with a scenario: Imagine that you have broken your lower arm bone; your radius in this case.…
Paddling Hopefully: Against the Wind—Both Ways
I struck out on the no-wake branch of Lake Ray Hubbard, pushing my new touring kayak, Sofie, out of ankle-deep…
The Depressed Mind: Speaking to Self-Hatred, Suicidal Ideation, and Isolation (Trigger Warning)
I have not been actively suicidal in some time but I have been thinking about the topic a lot. A…
Tiny Treasures on Follet’s Island
REPOST: Originally published on KC Beach Scribbles, 29 March 2019 It’s early spring—wildflower season in Texas. This is our answer…
Another Fog Season, Another Town: Denial of Responsibility in Abusive Relationships
Fog softened the land in North Texas this morning. Mornings like this are common down at the Texas coast this…