Posts

little fixes

a crash course in not drinking

a really good weekend

dust bunnies

there is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn

my thoughts watching the yellowjackets pilot

my fourth first pride

the ski bum arc

who among us apostles has ever been unclouded, without sin?

skiing vicariously

muddy bootprints

spelunking

never straight and narrow

for the ghosts in old logging forests all over (or, in skepticism of curb appeal)