I am sitting at the dining table from my childhood. It is at my sister’s house, which is much bigger than the house we grew up in. It is a dull gray day and I am looking out the window, contemplating the meaning of ‘home’. It is one month since Read more…
Every day, we make choices. Life is full of choices. There are big-ticket decisions like where to go on vacation and everyday options like mustard or mayo. I talk a lot about conscious choices. I think that means more than making ethical choices about the food I eat or the Read more…
It’s foggy up in command central these days. Great ideas are blinking off in the distance but I haven’t been able to guide anything for a clear landing. Other creative ideas have lined up on the runway, but are grounded and unable to take off. The sky will clear, that Read more…
The Body Artist by Don DeLillo 8 min @a table in Toronto “What the hell?” He grabbed her wrist before she could make contact with his jaw. She’d landed a solid punch in the past so he knew how effective her flinty little fists were. He gripped her shoulder with Read more…
I ease up on the gas, maintaining a limit of 65. I do not ease up on my death grip on the steering wheel. I’m leaning forward, every muscle tensed and tuned into every sound coming from the car. I need to intuit what the eff is going on, and Read more…
August 25. leg 1 I’m supposed to be hitting the road by noon. I’m supposed to have already sent boxes by media mail, the cheapest way to ship weighty items when time is not of the essence. I am a great planner, but not always an awesome executor of plans. Read more…
It’s a trip. It’s a gas. It’s a revelation. I’m halfway through my solo road trip across the country. It’s a banquet of experiences and I’m gorging myself silly. There’s much to digest but too much to share at my quick nightly stops. There are multiple stories happening every day, Read more…
Mormon tour guide @ Cove Fort, UT Lynn-Marie closed the Big Book and slid it back on the shelf. She picked up the receiver to check for the tone that signaled there was a voicemail message but no one had called. This was the second appointment that her sponsee had missed. Read more…