In the last couple of years I have learned that I thrive on disaster. The more chaotic a situation, the more in my element I am. This is where my love of contingency was born. I realize that just saying these words may seem wrong or off-center. It is nothing so weird. I was raised… Continue reading

 What happens after one writes an entry in a blog for 7 days in a row? The inclination is to pull over to the side of the road. To reflect. To analyze what just happened. But then I remember my thought process from 7 days ago. I was asking, why can’t I be more consistent… Continue reading

 I have the gift of an extremely associative memory. This is not the photographic memory that everyone talks about. That one having its own advantages. An associative memory is limitless. It is one that takes the visual, auditory, and olfactory and pegs something else to it as if it were an actual hyperlink to something… Continue reading

 When you know, you cannot know where each minute or hour or day can lead. I climb into the cockpit ready for the mission. Those I care about also set out on their journeys. Yes, I could stay on task, but then all I have assimilated in the past decades would mean so much less.… Continue reading

The pieces of lives you can catch in the conversations had around a campground bathroom has always fascinated me.  I was Listening to a mother, who has a significant Hudson River Valley accent while at the bathroom this morning. I will call her Sara. She was talking to a man she did not know out… Continue reading

 It was an unexpected and unpredictable journey. For a guy who could cook less than a dozen things for the first half of my adult life, I discovered a wonderful gift. My cooking heroes have changed over the years. It makes sense. My launching point was the training wheels-like safety of the 20 years ago… Continue reading