Have you seen the video of the bear that snuffled a family’s home while they slumbered? Ursa major made a minor snack of their belongings. If you’ve had a chance to read my last blog where the idea of trauma and pain is likened to hangry bears who follow you and take up residence in … More The rest of the (bear) story
As Izzy and I tromped through the mist of a quieter Manhattan, Mariah Carey’s voice jingled in my thoughts, “All I want for Christmas…” And it got me thinking. What do I really want when people are hungry, lonely and weary – worried about their family’s future? Thanks to Izzy and her dash for a … More All I want for Christmas
Last weekend was full of live music, a sky filled with light, camping, and good company. Woah. How did I get so lucky? (good company.) First the MAHA festival where I met community builders, crocheted a quick glow-in-the-dark necklace for a stranger, cheered “louder than a bomb” slam poets, and enjoyed a few tasty pints … More The best part
Each school day morning, I zoom past a young crossing guard as she helps keep kids and cars apart. Without fail, she waves. We don’t know one another. I doubt she knows many of the people she greets. She is kind. She does not discriminate between return-wavers or non-wavers. She waves. And smiles. It is … More Waves
I love the mountains…almost as much as I love the tallgrass prairie and Kansas’ Konza Prairie. Lush and green. Trees; I’m a big fan. But since Sunday morning coffee, all I can think of is desert and “terrible wildness.” Sunday morning, M3 and I skidded our way to coffee as we realized all the church services had … More A Terrible Wildness
We long to belong. Recently, I invested in a purple button down shirt complete with K-State Powercat embroidered on the chest. A first. It signaled a willingness to “join in” with the folks of Purpleville. It was a ridiculously tough decision inspired by this season and the long-last realization that I am normal…I want to belong, too. … More Longing for Belonging
It is clarifying to shift from serene peaceful stream sheltered paddling to an all-out haul-biscuits effort to stay afloat, keep an eye on one’s pals, and navigate towards the goal amid the murky waters. Life in a kayak. … More 25 Things I Know
A month ago, I asked my friend, “What do you need?” and he answered me. And the month since has been a learning laboratory of open-heartedness, tears, courage, strength borrowed, bruising reality, hopefulness, and more. In a word, it has been “life” and a helluva month. It has also been full of ad hoc adventures … More A helluva month
Saturday, I walked in the early morning with heat rising towards 105 degrees. It was too humid for me to run. Walking means I take my phone and its nifty camera to capture moments of a given day and place. I’m motivated knowing we’ll never be able to meet every interesting person in every interesting … More My own Bedford Falls
A 100-Mile Stare involves looking forward as if seeing an object 100-miles away without engaging what is right before us. Recently, a friend and I spoke of his side job as VIP security for a country music festival. He mentioned how he responds to the chaos and distractions of his job – protecting the musicians from eager … More 100-Mile Stare
