Hoping to make sense of this home (of 32 years) that I couldn’t really call home, I took my camera and went out for a final sunset drive in an attempt to say my goodbyes to all my favorite places. But I had not expected what I was about to encounter.Read More
My father prefers a tactile world. A world where he can feel the trees and earth under his feet. He hunts and builds and works with his hands. I’ve learned a lot from him about work. I’ve learned honesty, integrity, and ethics, how to finish what I start and that my efforts can get me anywhere I want to go. Yes, from him I learned how to work well. But… I didn’t learn how to exist.Read More
Our expectation was that we would live well, do a couple of high paid projects each year and retire the rest of the time. I woke up this morning with an email—a dream project proposal that was exactly what we’d hoped for. But it did not come through.
I was crushed.Read More