I have made multiple versions of this blog entry. They have ranged from near-confessional to raging to optimistic. I’m not…
Moving On: Letting Go of My PFD
Repost: Originally Published 2 January 2022 I’ve been parked in Las Cruces, NM for a month as I did minor…
Gnarly Bark: What Grows Through Adversity
This Texas Live Oak, looking sickly and wounded, having shed most of her leaves earlier than her cohorts, and stunted…
To Be Empty: No Anchor, Floating With Cargo
TW: This was written in a deep depression. The storage room at the coast is empty. The physical cargo has…
Lifting the Anchor: Unmooring from the Past
When I left the Upper Texas coast this time last year, I left behind a storage room full of my…
Navigating Texas Storms
Oh, these storms—literal and metaphorical. The shift in temperature and the salt air has come on the heels of increasing…
Home in Blanche—From Under the Avalanche
Southeast Texas has greeted me with heavy rains and heavier traffic. I’m having an asthma attack from weeds and mold…
Blacktop DNA: Getting the Road Out of My Blood
On Sunday, I drove around south-central New Mexico with my niece, running minor errands before the week began. We chattered…
Digging for Silver: Gratitude in Loss and Recovery
The ring above was bought for me by my mother in 1982 as I started college in Durango, CO. I…
Letting the Light In Again
I am settled again in a tiny park on a creek far from the sprawling North Platte river of Nebraska.…