I once drove to El Paso, Texas, with my sister and brother-in-law. About half way there, they wanted to stop and stretch their legs, as it’s a 9-hour drive from where we live. We pulled over to the side of the road, maybe it was a rest stop, but I don’t really remember. We walked up to the top of a small hill, and there this was.
The post directly beneath this one was written in 2014, and it was a post about starting up the blog again. It’s 2016, and I’m about to write the post again. OK. I’m not going to write that again. I…
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In South Texas, leaves fall in December. In January, they are piled up high, smelling earthy and soft. As a child, I loved playing in the leaves, kicking them high in the air as I walked to and from school….
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Years ago when I lived in Japan, the old proverb, “The nail that sticks up will be hammered down” made some sense. In a society where 128 million people live in a space the size of Montana, one has to…
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Stage one: I survived a violent and difficult childhood yet still grew up to be creative and tenacious in what I wanted from life. I attended 18 schools in 8 years. My family lived in a several states and dozens…
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As I ready myself for the next stage of my life and a new career, I reflect on the work I have done in the past. Jobs. I have had a lot of them. Some have been perfectly fine what…
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