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…
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…
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…
Beautiful Obfuscation: Looking Through Fog Toward Joy
REPOST: Originally published on KC Beach Scribbles, 13 February 2020. It is winter well and good here in Surfside Beach,…
Text Tone Addiction: Oxytocin and Electronic Communication
June 2022 Composed in a Kentucky valley. I’ve put off posting this for many months. It seemed out of place.…
Hyper-Independence: Waiting for the Thaw
Ice is pattering softly on Blanche’s roof. I dread having to walk Sam today and I worry my little egg…