Henri’s GardenI once saw a man tending a magnificent garden on the shore of Lake Geneva. Ever after, I have aspired to tend such a garden of my own.May 181May 181
These Are the People I Grow Old WithIt is said: “friends are the family you choose.”Feb 18, 2023Feb 18, 2023
Little Billy Hayhowperhaps Little Billy Hayhow lives on, as one of the collection of personas which combine to form ‘me’Sep 11, 2022Sep 11, 2022
Potting Soil and an Itchy EarHow can he be so utterly oblivious to the mysteries and miracles?Mar 16, 20221Mar 16, 20221
Abigail’s iPhoneNot that she could get away, but her trek into the ocean offered a brief escape.Mar 8, 2022Mar 8, 2022
Fishing with DadI watched a beautiful story of life and love play out in front of me.Mar 21, 2021Mar 21, 2021
Grandpa’s HatWalking the beach helps to clear your head, as if the waves roll into your psyche and drag away debris as they wash back out.Feb 23, 2021Feb 23, 2021
The Fog Is LiftingFog obscures the tropical sun, leaving silhouettes down the beach, much as we are all silhouetted, blocked from the glow of full life.Feb 10, 2021Feb 10, 2021
Patriarch (wisdom at age 59)As the oldest member of my branch of the family, the burden is now on me to pass along knowledge, advice, and family legacy.Jan 29, 2021Jan 29, 2021
Make Money! Get Prizes! Sell Seeds.My failed attempt at 11-year-old entrepreneurship.Jan 15, 2021Jan 15, 2021