daily life

I’m thinking about time on the last day of 2020.

I envy those who, presented with something new, quickly land on a position and seem confident in their choice.

There’s nothing like a rant to clear the decks. It feels great, though I guess I sometimes scare people.

I’ve missed my father’s passing and funeral, and I can’t put any of it in perspective.

The fog of losing my dad lays heavy today; there’s sadness around the edges, but a big soft blankness as well.

Making decisions for Dad feels strange because he always knew just what to do, and would not hear otherwise.

Notes from the kid who had all the feelings in the family.

Thinking about the deep, unsettling calm we slowly sink and settle into. And my favorite 3-hanky art experiences.

Tallying life in lockdown is even harder than third grade math.

It seems nearly impossible to write about sheltering in place.

Insanity laughs under pressure, we’re breaking… can’t we give ourselves one more chance?

Wishing you love and light in the new year. My annual holiday letter.

Time away from the kids, with Texas family.

A meandering reflection on grief, and what comes next.