The past 18ish months have been quite the time for deep, pensive pondering. First, my unplanned but necessary career changes. Then a pandemic rolled in. Then we lost our dog. Then suddenly discovering my mom was riddled with cancer and losing her almost immediately to it. It was all too much, way too much. My way of dealing with it all...

Last night, I attended an industry party for the last industry I worked in. The pandemic has screwed everything up, obviously, but here we are. A year and a half later figuring how to navigate the world and other humans and all of the living we missed. In my case, I’m also reckoning a bit with the before-work and the after-work. Until ...

I’ve had a good wfh setup since well before the pandemic sent us all home, but in the last couple of months, I’ve made some upgrades. I got a new desk, swapped out chairs, put my monitor on an arm and my laptop on a proper stand, and got all my shit together to use my camera as a web cam. And yesterday, I set about rearranging my deskt...

The hard part about writing for me is that I want to do it all the time. ALL the time. I could be doing dishes, in the middle of a conversation, driving to pick up dinner, writing code, or any number of things that, during which, I am either physically or socially prohibited from dropping everything to commit my thoughts to text. And y...

I mentioned last time around that my feathers had been ruffled over seeing people turn quilts into trendy fashion (and they still are). Well, I took my feelings and channeled them into a letter to the editor of Texas Monthly. No idea if they will do anything with it, but it allowed me some release knowing that I had shared a fuller pic...

Bringing my typing fingers back to earth in 3... 2... Ahh, here. I've been taught to write when I write. Just release, let my brain go. And sometimes it GOES. That's what happened last night when I wrote my first piece here, and I'm sure it will happen again. Despite my desire to keep that kinda writing elsewhere and stick here to more...

It is more evident every day that I think about a lot of things, all day, on each day that I am awake and walking this earth. In a way, I've always known this about myself. In the same way that I know I love cats and hate milk and can't keep my hands from touching any soft fur or fabric in my line of sight. The things that I think abou...