A reflection on fathers, family, and how love — like the mail — always finds its way, even through decades, distance, and the occasional super mutant.
Finding Focus, Salsa, and Connection in the Wasteland
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.
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.
Autocorrect, the Wasteland, and Ghost Messages
Autocorrect may be funny in memes, but for me, it sometimes reopens a scar from the night everything changed. How a single misplaced word became a lasting reminder — and how I’ve learned to live with those strange, silent triggers.