Maslow and other great thinkers all agree that safety is the number one need of every living creature. If a person, plant, amoeba is not...

My last post ended with my heading toward the highway, finally gaining my bearings and a smidge of my senses back. I had made the next...

This video is a series of photographs I took on a trip through the Black Hills and from a little piece of the planet I was privileged to...

My dad died 39 years ago today. He was 49. When I wrote the words in a recent blog about what uniquely qualified me for a job being that...

I I have known Kristen Kaiser Gray for more than thirty years. Her father hired me to be a nanny to his kids after the sudden loss of his...

Woo Hoo & Phew - I made it to the dance floor of Two Thousand and Twenty-Four. It's strange. Spelling out the numbers makes it feels more...

We find me at the point in the story as I am leaving Amarillo with Bugs the bunny after a fender bender detoured me on my journey to...

When I began my journey to California in August of 2022, I thought I had prepared well. I'd packed 54 years of my life, going through...

When I was in first grade, my friend Andrea taught me how to multiply. I can see her clear as day turned around in her chair showing me...

I am sitting here on my balcony watching the sun rise. I have been in California for a year now. I left stumbling out of Illinois, more...

I was sitting watching the sunrise, trying to put a few words down before the day got away. It was quiet... I love quiet. I have two...

I have a lot to say about this just to warn you ahead of time. Read on at your own risk. This gives me flashbacks to my megachurch days...

Apparently being called a snowflake is an insult. Something about being too delicate, easily offended or something like that. I'm...

I read an opinion piece by Nick Schager in Esquire, titled, "Marvel is Weird About Sex." He takes issue with the way the franchise...

I have been dabbling in blogging on and off for more than a decade. I remember the first time I heard the word. I thought it was...

My initial reaction to a photo of Charles Bukowski was to recoil. His ruddy gruffness reminding me of dirty old drunk men. I could smell...