What Am I Doing?!

I’ve got the seemingly perfect set up: running team, apartment in NYC, recent salary increase with plenty of opportunities for overtime pay, even an incredible woman nearby who I’ve had so many wonderful moments with.  So why in the HECK am I moving to China in mid-August?! Wow. Is this really happening? Yes. Yes, it…

Hands

They came to me again in a dream last night.  First, my Granny was with me again several nights back.  A couple days ago I dreamed of Mamaw & Papaw’s home–the best ever, in every way: 2715 Alice Avenue. I was there helping pack up things to sell after their passing.  Feelings of emptiness.  …

The Icing 

The Icing.  More so than snow, it was the ice continuously pelting my face that made this morning’s run challenging.  I deliberately ran into the eye of the storm–straight to the ocean water’s edge on Orchard Beach. 50 mph winds there blasted ice pellets across my face.  “Please, Lord, lash me!” I cried out.  Lash…

Sometimes They Come Back

I never committed my Papa’s birthday to memory. January 27th, 2009 was the date my mom’s father passed on. We have missed this remarkable man ever since.  Last week I received a mysterious phone call. A man with gentle Southern drawl told me: “I am doing well. Everything is okay.” I put the phone down….

The End? No, It’s Only Just Begun…

Summer’s over? Way I see things, the adventure is beginning…Last night’s job offer in Shanghai shows me there is a wide world out there awaiting discovery. I love America. I have become a quasi-New Yorker. I am a wannabe Kentuckian.  Yet, I am compelled to seek. Finding myself alone in many ways, I am impassioned…

Next Steps…

Finding myself yet again at a “turning point”–hear that, history students of mine?–I must decide how to move forward.   [see recent posts, including What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!”] Life is indeed short. Way too short to be stuck in a job you don’t have passion for. Way too short to spend all…

Walking in Honest Abe’s Footsteps

Arguably the most transformative and effectual president in American history was born right here amid the rolling green hills of Kentucky on February 12th, 1809.  Thomas & Nancy Lincoln were living on 300 acre Sinking Spring Farm just south of what would soon become Hodgenville (1818) when Abraham Lincoln was born.  The icy cold stream…

Cave Hill

Traveling through Cave Hill Cemetery in Louisville is a journey to a foreign land: historic, opulent, monumental, serene, sacred.  Cave Hill is an enchanted land of hills and ponds within one of America’s greatest neighborhoods–The Highlands. As one travels its winding pathways, there is no end to a remarkable diversity of graveyard architecture and introductions…

I’d Like You All to Meet Kiara…

Kiara is the wonderfully undead dog written about in my post two days prior, Resurrected! I shot these this morning during my run to share… Kiara: Thank you so much for resurrecting! I love you. 

Portal

When a portal opens, do you run the other way—or pass through, into the unknown?

In the Blood

Regardless of my travails, I’m home.  While down in a hole, the fragrance of freshly mowed grass reminds me I’m still alive.  John Deeres drive by as I swing on the front porch, leaning to touch the log home.  Rabbits run the field where horses eat as cows swim in their pond.  Geese eat alongside…