I love a good rabbit hole which means I love a good walkabout through and around a good open-ended question. It always comes back to the fantastical den of Alice in Wonderland's rabbit hole and the peculiar round of logic [...]
Travel. What does travel mean to me? Travel is a part of me. It is a constant adventure that has helped shape me into the person I am today. I carry each place, each experience, each moment, with me wherever I [...]
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry. – Jack Kerouac T-R-A-V-E-L is 6 distinct letters combined to create infinite meaning. Far more than going from one place to another, it is a journey. Inside every journey is a [...]
When they cleared Marysville, Grandmother pulled over. Tears stained her dress. Uncle Keith, too young to get his license, begged his Mom to drive. Distraught, her distress alarmed the boys. They switched places. On the way to Santa Barbara, she [...]
When Dad died, there were 2 versions of his life written for his obituary. My brother’s and mine. My brother’s version won which was only right. Living in the same town, he had been there for the heartbreaking decline. I [...]
Yesterday, a writer friend and I were discussing critical mass. At what point do we discover a lack of critical mass? Can we find our creative meaning without it? Is critical mass necessary to our own wellbeing and that of [...]