Open Letter to Trump Voters:

November 11, 2016 Dear Trump Voters, I pray for us all. Yes, even for those who just voted for donald trump. This letter will be as succinct as possible. It will not refute the countless fallacies of the campaign. That has already been done by many and most are clear for all to see; even…

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….

Drifting

I am the lone boat —- Unmoored Drifting Alone.  Couples kiss, families laugh I walk alone.  The only One in the entire city, it seems Unfulfilled, and yet Life is still beautiful. 

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?

Resurrected!

Have you ever longed for an old friend who died? Praying he or she would come back even for just one more hug. One final moment together.  One of the best things ever happened during my run an hour ago… A ferocious looking farm dog named Kiara who is actually one of the nicest dogs…

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…