A Room with a View (of the Parking Lot)
When a quiet moment in Starbucks becomes a reminder of what we carry It was a typical afternoon at the…
Pull up a chair and sit awhile: Simplify, Engage, Persist
When a quiet moment in Starbucks becomes a reminder of what we carry It was a typical afternoon at the…
On solitude, entitlement, and learning to stay in the long work. It rained last night in Picture Rocks. A downpour,…
On setbacks, endurance, and the next move we can still make Evan and I have played chess together since he…
A reflection on presence, perception, and the quiet work of noticing.
The Fog I Built—and the Home That Cleared It The Illusion of Expertise Years ago, I was deep into a…
What building a deck taught me about fluency, patience, and why it’s okay to stay in gear one—for a while.…
What does it mean to belong—to a place, to a rhythm, to a story that doesn’t begin and end with…
The Weather Just Is It was another windy day in Picture Rocks. The kind where it feels like Zeus himself…
When we first walked the land where Casa Saguaro now stands, I wore shorts. I hadn’t yet met the cholla.…
Not Retired, a Snowbird, or Noisy (I Think) It started with a label. Or rather, three. We’ve been in Tucson…