Midlife
I'm done swallowing my stories: Starting a Substack
August 29, 2025
I’m approaching my 21st anniversary of publicly sharing my life online, and I plan to continue because the constancy of the practice brings me comfort, like my other long-standing habits. I also carry on because I refuse to swallow my stories for the sake of a larger cultural or subcultural agenda.
Tale as old as time: Empty nesters buy off-road vehicle for midlife adventuring
April 2, 2025
I would hope we keep trying new things throughout our lifetimes and our marriage. But our move to Nova Scotia and becoming empty nesters has created the perfect conditions to start new things. Enter ATVing.
Thoughts on seasonal living in the season of the empty nest
March 11, 2025
As I step into the empty nest season of life, I find myself leaning more deeply into the rhythms of nature, my own body, and the cycles that shape human experience and existence. In this essay, I share reflections on seasonal living—what it means, why it matters, and how this stage of life has granted me the freedom to align more closely with the natural world.
How to recover the story telling
December 20, 2024
I have so many thoughts swirling these days on my writing. What it has become, and how it’s changed. I don't know how to recover what is lost. Here’s what I do know. I want to tell the story of my life. And I have more than my words to tell that story. Another thing I know. I want to tell that story here, on my blog. Not on Instagram. Not on Facebook.
September update: my Montreal trip, a time of solitude, folk festival and building project videos
September 24, 2024
A short, newsy update and most recent videos.
The Clothesline Episode {YouTube Video} & living my best summer life
July 21, 2024
I know to be suspect of things that are too good to be true. Also, that fairy tales aren’t real. But this summer, as we’d say in grad school, "is challenging those narratives".
Thoughts and feelings as we are about to move
May 30, 2024
The intensity of this whirlpool of experience and emotion has released my ages-old, nebulous, and miasmic fear of failing my children and the more specific fear of the pain (for them and me) of the inevitable struggles, difficulties, and suffering of life.
