Folding new socks and thinking of the months I lived in my car. The cold of a new winter beginning. The thrift shop blanket I switched the tag on to save a fiver. Enough for food from a sunset to the next. Some days all at once. Others with nibbles through the hours.   My drawer is full. Full of new socks. I am unable to imagine a simpler symbol of my riches. And the drawer pulls adjacent to another. And there are four more drawers overflowing with abundance. The ease of my m

The drip in the laundry ticks a slower time. I wonder where the water is going while watching sugar ants soldier march counter to sink...

I was pummeled by the flu and bought a new pair of shoes. And M accepted the virus as her own and bought a new pair of pants. And one...

Instead of the rush for spring, I choose to linger in these last hours of winter. In the splash-colored backdrop of daffodil and tulip...

We raised new fences and the backyard smells of fresh milled pine. We being an expression of the gathering of craftsmen and apprentices...

The January gym reeks of resolution and self-loathing. New faces in new clothes staining in the sweat of want and willpower and...

and a quest for large mimosas The 10am 5K start felt far from resolutory. Dawn would have impressed. Shivering in the New Year’s frost at...

Thoughts of family, belonging, and boundary The rain falls easy thick on the last day of December. I am warmed with coffee and the...

Now available on Amazon Books My first book is about running. Running from not being able to run to running a marathon. I didn't write it...

An eighteen-wheeler introduced me to real pain. After suffering a major trauma in a collision with a vehicle ten times bigger than my...

I had never run a step beyond 20 miles. That was my limit. That was the longest of my long runs. Like many first-time marathoners, I had...

Yoga changed my life ten years ago. The transformation, of course, didn’t occur in the first class. The process of personal metamorphosis...