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’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
Three years ago I wrestled with how to exit a Texas frying pan and avoid the bonfire beneath. I wanted to run to the mountains, hide, become a ski bunny, and ski, ski, ski, ski, ski. Being an adult, I also wanted to honor the people whom I love and find a way forward after … More A great place for a do-over
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)