A quiet Sunday of canning salsa, streaming from the wasteland, and reflecting on attention, grief, and connection. Sometimes the simplest days are the ones that reveal the most.
Category: Fallout
Lessons from the 2×4 School of Therapy
A few days in the wasteland, a few sessions in therapy, and one more reminder that grief doesn’t end—it just shifts shape. Sometimes the only way to learn grace is with a 2x4 to the head.
Back in the Saddle, Kind Of
Last night in Appalachia reminded me that not every dream has to go viral. Sometimes yelling into the void—or into the wasteland—is enough.
Why Am I So Angry?
Anger has followed me for over two years—but it isn’t just about grief. It’s about the weight of 27 years, outdated philosophies of marriage, and the pressure to prove success at all costs. Sometimes the real success is in knowing when to walk away.