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.”…
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…
Dallas Stopover: Transcendent Love or Perpetual Friendship
July 4, 2022 This city is largely uninspiring for me. Like the mountains, it feels confining. Its fast pace exhausts…
The Point of Trees
I want to climb this tree. This tree sits in the middle of the quiet (for now) loop in which…
Setting Boundaries. Fighting demons.
Sunday night. Philpott Lake. I am alone in the RV loop. Everyone else has gone home or moved on to…
Integral Lee: Returning to Me
With time, my blog continues to change focus because I continue to change focus. And yet, not really. Ultimately, I…
Love & the Road: the Stuff of Nightmares?
I don’t dream with the frequency that I did before the divorce. Now and then I still have deeply symbolic…
Daily Existential Angst Diary (I’ll let y’all do the acronym)
**TRIGGER WARNING** UNALIVE ATTEMPT DISCUSSED IN BRIEF. In October 2019, I attempted, feebly, to unalive* myself by trying to swim…
Revetment: Self-preservation?
Something about the word “revetment” is oddly musical to me. Without knowing its meaning, I sensed its purpose the first…