a ticket to ride

a ticket to ride

I have a long running weakness for Russian literature. Maybe not all of Russian literature, just three pillars; Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, and Solzhenitsyn. Yes, I was crazy enough in the day to devour fifteen hundred pages of War and Peace and Brothers Karamazov in a week...
meaning of life

meaning of life

We all search for the meaning of life but the more I search, the more I realize that it’s really a search for meanings, plural, because life is not one big thing, but a lifetime made up of little moments. That was a mouthful, I know, but you made it, so let’s...
imperfect steps

imperfect steps

Each and every day I take slow and imperfect steps. I sometimes imagine what people think I know or who I am, because inside I feel like an organized mess, but yes a committed mess, and I think that is what makes a difference. Over the last two years I have become...
the hourglass

the hourglass

I watched the sand in an hour glass today fill up the bottom by sacrificing the top. I couldn’t look away. It was fascinating and thought provoking. The sand fell unceremoniously. If fell consistently, without fanfare or any excitement. If I didn’t watch it, it would...
what’s the point?

what’s the point?

What’s the point? I’m not sure if its strength or weakness that drives the question. Strength, because it is really impossible to even ask the question if there was nothing there to begin with, and weakness, because I feel so terribly insecure and small sometimes....
choose life

choose life

It seems silly to suggest that you should choose life and it is, but when I look around and observe how we live and some of the decision that we make, I believe more than ever that living is a choice, and we must choose life. Freud thought we were being pulled from...