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Life after...

Life after...

This is a short fictional piece I wrote a started a few years ago. Felt right to post it here now considering the weekend we are heading into and h...

With These Hands

With these hands... With these hands I have already endured a hundred lifetimes and with these hands I would endure a hundred more if it meant I c...

Speak Truth

Speak truth then stand by your words. Not an unreasonable request by any stretch yet so many do it. Words hold meaning and carry weight. When they ...

Isolation Is For Cowards

A sturdy craft, the ocean breeze in my face, a cooler of beer, and a cigar... maybe some snorkeling gear and a spear... fishing pole would be nice....

Making a different

How often to we look up and truly see who is around you? How often do we look to try and recognize anything of ourself in strangers? Where I live ...

Where to go from here

I sit this morning working through how BC Limited will be moving forward in 2024. I came across this image last night and thought I'd sort out the ...

Just Keep Going

Continuing when adversity is physical; though difficult certainly in its own right, doesn't hold a candle to the mountains, valleys, and storms lif...

My crew

The English language lacks the depth of meaning in singular words for many things of significance. Other languages have single words, and at times ...

This year's Memorial Day

The powers that be have been kind enough to not yet cancel Memorial Day. It would not surprise me if one day I hear a story of how some blue haired...

The State of Things

Remember when we moved October 2021 to Austin, Texas thinking it was a good idea? Well as it turned out, things got better for our family but not o...

Leadership

This past Presidents Day I was trying to come up with some words on the series of administrations I have seen come and go. But, nothing but reflect...

Find Your Why

Find your why. Live by it. Die by it. Your why. Your purpose. It is the reason you push yourself beyond comfort or bare necessity. It is the thing ...

The holidays aren’t what they used to be

The holidays aren’t what they used to be for me… I remember the holidays were about hanging out with my brother, while trying to avoid our parents,...