Today I fell out of my kayak—intentionally. On this day in 2022, I went for a swim in a lake…
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…
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…
Timing and Truth: Hearing the Voices That Matter
Sometimes, it just isn’t the right time. During my thesis defense, committee members said, “Get it out there. Move on.”…
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…