If you’ve followed my writing for a while, you may consider yourself used to my fits and starts. During this … More
When I entered the family history center that stormy April afternoon, I had one thing on my mind; I had never seen a photo of my father’s father. I was 46 and I had never seen my grandfather’s face.
I typed his name into the search bar on the site, Newspapers.com, “George R. Slighte,” the results came back instantly.
In the last month I have been sharing articles about the evolution of my chronic pain treatment as well as what a fellow-traveler (and cannabis patient) has learned walking to Seattle from San Diego.
I’ve been in control of my writing, editing and publishing on three sites, including this one, for a few years … More
Today marks one year since I woke up, preparing for one of the most difficult days of my 50 years, … More
A couple of days ago I signed the first rental lease I have signed in over 15 years. I was … More
Thirty-one years ago I went to college. As I have previously written, I did not finish either that time or … More
For the last six months I struggled with the decision whether to continue into a graduate program or to be … More
In North Carolina, I was met with the proof of a fact that I had no way of knowing when … More
As I set about performing the tasks required to finish my first books, one that is deeply personal, I am … More