Did I ever tell you about that one time?

The pins I stick in a map of where I have traveled are starting to look like a severe case of acne.

I put words on my blog

It is yet again that time of year, I just realized. Which could explain why I feel like I just guzzled a pitcher of fire.


If you can’t say, “Hairy vaginas,” well then fuck ‘em.

A landscape 7,600 miles away

Touching base as I recover from one of the worse cases of jet lag I’ve ever experienced.

Our retreat at Runamuk

What I hope will become an annual trek to the Northwoods of Wisconsin.

Dusk on Durphee Lake

So far Leta has caught four fish, and Marlo has almost dumped the bait into the lake twice that number.

Ragged Point

“Stilettos and broken bottles, I’m spinning around in circles…”

Running, diet, and the joy found therein

“I know that I belong to a small, eclectic community of men and women where status is calibrated precisely as a function of one’s ability to endure.”

Balboa Beach

To gluten or not to gluten while eating on a pier at the beach.

Punching their cards

Another zen moment to remember on mornings like these when dragging two girls out of bed who do NOT want to go back to school.