About Me

I am a writer and artist with the soul of a swing-dancing Pony Express rider. Interests include consumerism, classic films, environmental issues, scent-free living, health, science, writing, and robots. My blog reflects exploration in word and image. I can’t promise how often I will or won't post. 2017 explores identity and boundaries beginning with nature vs. man.

Lost Time




Each day we start out with a plan. Generally, with an alarm clock, coffee, and a shower. Days are usually pretty normal, filled with tedium, some fun, and a few friendly faces. Once in a while you cross paths with someone new and things are changed up for a moment or longer. Sometimes those diversions keep a person going when life gets the better of us.

I grew up believing being on time, working hard, and getting good grades would get me where I needed to go. I still consider these priorities, but they aren’t enough. Life isn’t what you think it’s going to be. Might start out that way, but as the days roll into months into years, there are these things, variables, that happen. Unexpected, unknown changes. Forks in the road come out of nowhere. Getting stuck in the regular routine allows a person to miss things, mess things up, and wish for something that isn’t a thing at all, more time. They wish for more time. Even if you don’t use each moment, notice it.

- Excerpt from Eleven Sundays, a novel

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