Learning to listen.

This weekend my COVID social bubble peeps and I sat six feet apart, yet still close enough to feel cozy. We talked, dreamed a bit, laughed, ate and watched the kids experience freedom + incendiary devices. The conversation was so delicious that we forgot about eating until I saw Chuck, the pup, standing at the … More Learning to listen.

I found home.

I found home.  Finally. Somewhere in the fog of Tennessee’s Highway 24, or in Archery, Georgia, or in the mountains where I met with friends and laughed before heading out to race along familiar red clay trails … or in the cabin – almost to Manhattan – to celebrate one of my very best friend’s … More I found home.

I had forgotten

I’m getting a new roommate. Izzy is going to soon make her triumphant – if not temporary – unexpected return to the Hobbit House. Gosh, I’ve missed her. Izzy has been the head of ranch security on the land Z’s parents own in Oklahoma for the past years. She has barked up the southern sun. … More I had forgotten

We are enough (we just don’t know it yet)

Dear Brave Ones, The irony of my writing a blog is: typically, once a grand gesture or statement is made in the public square, I am soon tested within the scope of that once grand gesticulation. Only through writing or “talking it out” do dots connect among the issues I ponder. Most folks appear to connect dots before they … More We are enough (we just don’t know it yet)