A reflection on my daughter turning 16 and how she continues to grow.
A year of change, road trips, shared meals, and learning to be present. From Yukon highways to meditation cushions, this is what 46 taught me about showing up.
Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
A personal reflection on finding unexpected love and joy after embracing solitude, and the liberating effects of letting go of social media and embracing real connections.
Pre-face: Before setting up this blog, I had been writing at another site two-three years ago over at opendiary.com (it no longer exists now), and also on my...
Fellow neo-beatniks rise up out of the shadows in which you've been hiding now is the time to be loud and H---O---W---L into the cold dark nights and let you...
This world is such a bizarre place. It has come such a long way from its humble beginnings, if there ever was a beginning. The world changes just as fast as ...
An urban-hermit. Seems simple enough, right? I suppose the OED would have a definition along the lines of, “A loner living in a city environment who tends not to go out at night.” I feel like I’m much more complicated than that. I hate stereotypes, and I often wonder how they ended up being created in the first place, but maybe I’ll leave that for another entry after this. First, my definition of what an urban hermit is, and this is solely based on who I am. To me, an urban hermit is, like I su
What is the nature of trust and belief?
Greetings, and salutations,
