The woman in red

It’s been almost 9 years since this encounter and I just cannot get her off my mind.

When I held time in my hands

My mind and senses fully engaged in the craft of pottery, it felt like I held time in my hands, gently and in control, making sure that I valued what I had in hand.

Got thirty seconds?

What matters most? That was the question posed at work recently at our team offsite meeting. About nine of us … More

Farther, in my image

As I turn another corner after 29 years as a dad, I see my children ready and waiting to take the baton from me. They are ready to go farther, in my image.

Raison d’être

“What’s the purpose of my life? What next?” Call it midlife crisis, man-you-lost-it, decision-constipation or “inner awakening”; I think we … More