Cleaning out the wound

"What is most healing about bearing witness to things exactly as they are, including my own part in my pain, is that when the voice of the pain fits the pain, there is no room for Distortion or Illusion. And this way, truth becomes a clean bandage that heals, keeping dirt out of the wound." - Mark Nepo

The Things I Carry: Where 36 and 37 Meet

There are a lot of incredible places to explore in Ohio. Ohio is full of a rich and diverse history thanks to the Ohio River and it's tributaries, and of course, Lake Erie. If you scoff it is probably because you have never bothered to get off the interstate of leave your suburbia enclave. I... Continue Reading →

What is Truth?

The great name of theist is the only one that should be borne; the only book that should  be read is the great book of nature - Voltaire I did not say this. I wish I had. This is one of the many truths the Dominican Nuns at Ohio Dominican University taught me: truth is... Continue Reading →

Yes. This is the tragedy.

I'll just set this here... Norman Cousins (June 24, 1915 – November 30, 1990) was an American political journalist, author, professor, and world peace advocate. Cousins received the Albert Schweitzer Prize in 1990.

John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter to his son

Wish I had learned this truth sooner. Now that I know, I hope I can pass it on. Taken from John Steinbeck's book: Steinbeck: A Life in Letters. I found the text on Maria Popova's Brain Picking's page. New York November 10, 1958 Dear Thom: We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my... Continue Reading →

A letter to my step-son

Hi L.., I decided since you are a teenager it would be better to write to you instead of embarrassing you by doing that parental thing of…um…you know…talking. Let’s get a few things out of the way. First of I’m very proud of you.  Over the last several years you have consistently made sound decisions... Continue Reading →

I don’t believe in love

I have too much life experience to believe in the romantic and star-crossed love of fairy tales. That is not for me. I don't want or need any more mythology or fantasy...both so full of empty promises and painful regrets. My heart hardened by scars from the self-inflicted and vengeful woundings suffered and inflicted in... Continue Reading →

90/90: The Creative Secret

Just a little wisdom from Ira Glass. If you don't know Ira, check out his work at You will laugh. You will cry. You will love the stories. Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good... Continue Reading →

Redux: Was this All a dream?

Still one of my favorite things I've written in the last 12 months. It is All here. I turn my back. The Wind whispers poetry and passionate promises through Her riggings. She needs Him. Her love and passions are unconditional. Unquenchable.I look toward the sea and the Grace moored. Flags buffeted by the salt air... Continue Reading →

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