Writing


The Reckoning ~ A series intro

The Reckoning ~ A series intro

The reckoning has hit me with a sense of regret, loss and failure. But, and this this is a big but, I'm learning to explore those feelings in the healing contexts of remembering, acceptance, and growth.

Practicing a philosophy of life

Practicing a philosophy of life

Homeschooling for me is as much about a commitment to the practice of a philosophy, a way of thinking and approaching life, as it is about providing my kids a certain type of education.

Wholehearted writing (and depression on the Appalachian Trail)

Wholehearted writing (and depression on the Appalachian Trail)

We go through experiences that wear us down to our core, and break our shell. And these experiences, like my long distance hike, will show us what's operating below the surface of our lives. And it won't be your goodness that will help light the path through this wreckage, it will be your courage.

Appalachian Trail & Adventure Journaling at Outsideways

Appalachian Trail & Adventure Journaling at Outsideways

While we were hiking I kept a trail journal. I wrote it in almost every day. I recorded our mileage, where we camped and notable points along the trail. I wrote about the people we met. I wrote my thoughts, feelings and frustrations. I wrote the good stuff and the bad stuff. In short form, I wrote about my brutiful experience on the Appalachian Trail. I'm now publishing that journal and my favorite photos of our hike at Outsideways.

Missive from the edge

Missive from the edge

I want to write from the place where ideas and engaged living overlap in my life. Where ideas are lived out and the living gives rise to the ideas.

Doing the next Big Thing

Doing the next Big Thing

What am I aiming for in a career, a vocation, in my work? What is my vision? Quite simply to do the work before me, and live the things I'm called to do.

I couldn't photograph the Supermoon (or, reflections from a weekend trip to Vermont)

I couldn't photograph the Supermoon (or, reflections from a weekend trip to Vermont)

I had forgotten what windblown ice and snow look like on stunted spruce above tree line and that you should pack crampons for hiking 4,000 footers in New England in November.