The strangest Pascha I'll probably ever see and why hopefully it will make me a better person.
Father Gregory's Last Gift - my recounting of the experience of the death and life of a beloved retired priest as I helped prepare his body for burial and what it taught me about life, the universe, and everything.
2018 was a monumental year for me, and I'm hoping 2019 will keep up the momentum. I don't have any big overall lessons or revelations, but I thought it would be helpful to list some of my 2018 highlights. Life events: The birth of my third child Monya who shares a birthday with Harry Potter. … Continue reading Looking back, looking forward
You've got to know when to hold 'em...yadda yadda yadda.
I'm pretty bad at daily habits. Exhibit #1 is that my last public post on this blog was a book review from August 2016. I need to get better about this. I've been making my living with words for several years now, and between my paid gigs (mostly corporate telecom documentation) and my family life, … Continue reading On Morning Pages and Self-discipline
The bridge on SC-20 heading toward Piedmont was icy, and the Jeep ahead of me braked and swerved. I had shifted down into third gear because I expected this, but my car started to swerve as well. I pumped my brakes and steered into the swerve and was able to regain enough control to stop … Continue reading I almost got into an accident driving home from work this evening
Have any of you experienced a bug in iOS 9 where apps won't finish installing? I've seen this once or twice and it's very annoying. A member of the Mac Power Users Google Plus group recorded a quick video with a workaround for this bug: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a51x2tldIog&feature=youtu.be&ab_channel=AndreasZeitler Check it out!
This is a beautiful meditation on what it’s like to grow up with violently abusive parents. I was quite surprised to find that it was written by the local news anchorman I’d seen on TV for over a decade. Thank you Michael for having the courage to share your story with the world!
What some parents don’t want to remember their children can’t forget.
I’ve turned fifty, yet the child within me can’t help but remember.
In a small house in Arden, North Carolina in 1964, my mother tried to wake my father from a deep nap on the living room couch. Beer likely fueled that nap. I would soon learn even one or two lubed the gears of violence within that beautiful man.
But I was too young to know that then. I was a little past three years old. This ranks as my first memory of childhood.
My dad sprang from the couch, straddled and pinned my mother to the floor, and beat her so hard with his open hand her head thundered off the hardwood. She fought him, hard. Screamed for him to stop. I joined her. My cries fused with hers from where I stood, no more than six…
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Tomorrow morning at 9am I will being my trial employment period with Automattic, the creators of WordPress, as a Happiness Engineer. After three full days of training I will fit in an addition 30-40 hours a week of work in around my normal 8-5 office job for the next 4-6 weeks. I’m not terribly excited … Continue reading Starting my Happiness Trial Tomorrow
Tomorrow morning at 9am I will being my trial employment period with Automattic, the creators of WordPress, as a Happiness Engineer. After three full days of training I will fit in an addition 30-40 hours a week of work in around my normal 8-5 office job. I'm not terribly excited about the upcoming lack of … Continue reading Starting my Happiness Trial tomorrow