Do my journals hold anything coherent for others to read after my passing?
I’ve struggled for a long time to connect with self actualization—to have a sense of it.
I don’t want to do tedious stuff—anymore.
I’ve never been a prepper. But yesterday I succumbed.
In May—2020—my pen pal will turn 90. And she’s not thrilled about it.
Ants is what I say when I’m having a bad day and get in my car to go to work.
Let Me Show You Something Why do I forget how much I need these explore and camp getaways? Besides, not that I need to justify my actions, but I did spend the first 50 years of my life pretty tied down—of my own choosing—or semi-choosing depending on how you want to define what part belongs…
Living the Tension Line I moved to San Diego 17 months ago after a lifetime in Minnesota. That lifetime included raising a family, building a family business, deconstructing a family business and obtaining a couple of academic degrees that I occasionally second guess depending on the moment. The question that remained after lifetime number one:…
We were running late and found ourselves in a security line that stretched out the doors of the airport and onto the breezeway.
Personally, I’ve learned a lot from Marie; like how to fold my clothes and save closet space and how to pack for a camping trip and save van space.
I have repressed anger issues, what can I say?