Join me on the trail, both metaphorical and literal, as I blaze a way through my next phase of life, as a writer, as an activist, as a person of faith, as a traveler, and whatever else I prove to be.

Writing about what matters
Join me on the trail, both metaphorical and literal, as I blaze a way through my next phase of life, as a writer, as an activist, as a person of faith, as a traveler, and whatever else I prove to be.
On a visit to the Houston Holocaust Museum I learned that had I lived in Nazi-ruled Germany I would have been classified as a “first-degree mischling.”
Finally returned to my Houston Chronicle blog. I’ve said I was returning at least twice before, but this time I know I will stay with
Looking forward to the day when I can again write for public consumption with “warts and all” honesty.
I think in backwards English, and I have for decades. I may have started in elementary school. I’m not sure precisely why I started developing
(Trying to get warmed up to write.) Over the last few months a work-related issue has resulted in my once again becoming the target of
Screen shot from shows and films I’ve watched recently on Netflix. Evidence of a troubled mind?
I noted in my last post that I will start a new, full-time job in January. As things turned out, I started yesterday on a