What started as a quiet need to get back to writing for myself has grown into 11 years of stories about family, growth, and the shifting seasons of life. A look back at how this blog began.
Reclaiming My Voice: 11 Years of Writing
The View From The Window Seat
From getting on TSA watchlists for excessive friendliness to realizing your expensive headphones have a noise-canceling button after a two-hour flight, here are a few observations from Terminal B, Gate 50.
Where The Good Comes From
From a late-night work project to a handwritten note, the instincts to anticipate what people need didn't start with me. A birthday tribute to the woman who modeled effort and empathy every day.
Real Wealth? The True Luxuries of Life
We talk a lot about billionaires and the 1%, but a memory from an old college classroom makes me wonder: Are the world's greatest luxuries already within our grasp?
The Longest Thirty Minutes
A heart-stopping moment on a crowded beach taught me about panic, but it took becoming a father twenty-five years later to truly understand the ghosts that haunt our parents—and how quickly routine can turn to chaos.
Doc Holliday, Piglet, and a Phone Call Out of the Blue
From rigged toilets in Lethal Weapon to quiet moments with Piglet, an unexpected call from an old friend serves as a reminder of the many different ways we support each other through the thick and the thin.
Check Engine Lights and Churning Stomachs
Featuring a freezing winter night, an AMC Concord, a Renault Encore that took a permanent French "lie-in," and a 35-mph speeding turtle. A look at the visceral panic of unexpected car trouble, and how a lifetime changes the way we handle the shock.
Digging up pearls of wisdom
The world can be a dark and crazy place. I shake my fist in anger. And then I remember to take a step back and take stock. I replace the frustration with peace and calm and start to see that the world has a lot of good too. With clearer eyes, I amazed to find... Continue Reading →
Everything I needed to learn about life, I learned writing
My college professor handed back my paper with red ink up and down both edges. My heart sank looking at the mess. I walked out of the classroom heartbroken. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my body. I skipped the rest of my afternoon classes. I was in no mood for... Continue Reading →
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