Tending the Fire

The breeze, the salt breeze, the fresh breeze, the one that comes off of the Gulf, interrupted by nothing but the bristling silhouettes of oil rigs, rolls across the shifting peaks and valleys of the waterscape, beyond the piled rocks of the breakwaters and comes ashore on the beach of …

Traditions

When asked “what is home,” the biggest temptation is to describe geography. It is easy to underestimate what makes up “home” as a street plan overlaying terrain, as a palate of colorful buildings, as an environment of favorite trees and familiar cafe’s. But the old idea that home is more …

Hear Me

I remember when I first came across Twitter. It was exciting. With just a few clicks I could connect with anyone in the world. I could hear new ideas from diverse voices. I could see the world through anyone’s eyes. All I had to do was add them to my …

A Beginning

This is not a travelogue. Not yet, anyway. Hopefully it never will be. I have a site for that. I have an outlet for the things my wife and I see and do abroad. If I’m talking about sightseeing in the stories following this one, I’ve lost my way. The …

House

I am sitting in my house writing this. Well, its not actually mine but I’ve lived here nearly a decade now, and I know it as well as the owner who has lived on the other side of the wall for only a little bit longer. I know every inch of floor …

On The Mountains

I spent the first morning of vacation drinking coffee in the kitchen, watching the sun scatter through the tree canopy and reflect in bright colors off of the iridescent plumage of turkeys scavenging on the forest floor outside. It was chilly, so I waited until the sun had time to …

Keeping Up Influences

I don’t seem to read much anymore. I am writing this to work out what that means. It bothers me. But I’ve been writing. I can write good, tight pieces, as long as I have an idea of course, the idea being the big challenge. I have all the tools …

Dream People

I’ve been having more dreams lately, vivid dreams. This happens every now and then, my subconsciousness kicks into high gear and fills my nights with adventures and characters. The adventures are weird, but run of the mill dream weird, full of disjointed scenes painted with emotion and colored by false …

New Years

The calendar is an arbitrary thing, really: when the modern year starts and stops is the result of more history and random happenstance than I care to research. Suffice it to say there appears to be nothing magic about the transition from December to January. There is no mark in …