Thoughts on a Saturday morning

Thoughts on a Saturday morning

You know, I got up this morning with a plan to write a post about something. Nothing specific, I just figured I was due to write a post, which meant coming up with a topic of something I WANTED to write about. Nothing comes to mind. I’d rather work on my...
Grief

Grief

Grief catches me in the back of the throat. That’s where the pain resides. I don’t know why this was, but that’s what I felt, trying to hold myself together while my grandfather lay in bed dying in his apartment in Seaside, California. I arrived two...
Into the wild backyards

Into the wild backyards

When I was a kid, fences seemed unimportant. Boundaries never really crossed my mind. I reveled in the freedom to explore not just my own neighborhood, but all the neighborhoods in walking or biking distance. When I was 5 years old, growing up in Columbia, Maryland,...
This is not the post you are looking for

This is not the post you are looking for

It’s 3:26 in the afternoon as I start this post and I have every intention of making it a pretty unedited thingamabob, with the exception of typos and horrendous grammar that could conceivably slip in. I’m tired. I had intended to spend a longer period of...