I’ve been tested.
A heady mix of time alone to think, the slow creep of age, lingering anxiety about what the stroke may have left behind, and some of the best therapy I’ve ever had has cast a sharper light on things I used to brush off.
Writing
This blog originally started as "The Cocktail Napkin" in 1996. It's still my journal of unbridled creativity.
What’s up with the stroke?
Stroke’s done, heart’s ticking, just waiting to see if I get a tune-up in March.
Time for a long-overdue check-in.
Burnout, dread, and the sense that everything’s unraveling, caught between panic, paralysis, and yelling at Cybertrucks.
A happy place.
I dismissed the idea of a ‘happy place’ for years: too smug, too Etsy, too beach-vacation-brag. Then I drove through the gate of a Scout camp on a spring afternoon and felt my blood pressure drop. Turns out I had one all along.
The old, crusty hermit and his return.
The past three years have been weird.
Welcome back.
Hello, dear reader. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.
The cheetah dash of creativity.
How “Wild Kratts” helped me realize why I creatively feel like crap right now.
The podcasting food chain.
Mule Radio died, so I built a home for the shows nobody's found yet.
A second full-time job.
Why I’m not quitting my day job any time soon.
Two-thirds
Just another mid-life crisis, brought to you by Microsoft.