There was a yoga class in my living room this morning. There is one there every morning. Ever since the beginning of...
Personal Essays
The Drone
The drone scares the dog. He is a ten-year-old pit bull/lab mix who has recently become an emotional support animal...
Determination
Determination is a quality I usually ascribe to crocuses. There is no greater example of it at winter’s end than their...
The Blush of Youth
One-hundred-fifty-six years ago today, Abraham Lincoln was struck down in the blush of youth. Honest Abe was not a...
Where Secrets go to Die
The Spa Nordic in Montréal is where secrets go to die. The woman on the porch in the snow, her bikini under her fur...
Julia Child
I remember watching Julia Child on television on a black-and-white set. I loved everything about her. Her height, her...
The Pursuit of Truth
If my dharma were the pursuit of truth, I’d not be here tapping these keys right now. I’d have never left welding,...
The Day After the Insurrection
More information continues to emerge about the events of Wednesday. They point to a broader conspiracy than it first...
Mysterious Happenings
EDM stands for electronic dance music. Personally and historically, I am and have been a baroque music fan, but some...
Mabel is a Guy
It has come to my attention that Mabel is a rooster. The shape of her tail and the presence of her wattle give every...
Eavesdropping
On our 20th wedding anniversary, we kayaked in fog on the Saint Lawrence Seaway. The river was greasy smooth, gentle...
Devil’s Backbone Road
I struggled to park in the dirt lot at Hell’s Backbone Grill, Boulder, Utah. The spaces here sloped down and away,...