I am not qualified to talk about a lot of things. Most things, in fact. I am an expert in nothing and know a tiny bit about a few things. For this reason, I say little of great importance outside of the confines of my closest friends and family. Politics? I’ll leave that to the...
It happened often. Not daily, by any means. Not even monthly, I’m sure. But it happened enough that I remember it. I don’t remember each time it happened, of course, but I’m quite certain I recall the very first time it happened. I must have been a pre-teen or perhaps in my early teens. I’m...
A journal entry from last year, on the eve of the new year: There are challenges ahead that I don’t yet know. Challenges that, for today, I do not feel equipped. This year will present opportunities, hardships, moments of joy, and I’m sure, moments of sadness. Next year, I will look back at 2019 and...
A text message this weekend: How’s your healing? The message, from a friend with whom my path crossed during a short stay in Minnesota a lifetime ago, is like many I’ve received recently. Friends and family checking in to see how I’m healing (great!), how I’m navigating crutches (old hat!), and if I’ve lost my...
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