Empty Nest

I've long heard the phrase: "the empty nest." It has always seemed distant.  Now it is here. I'm in it.  Here's how it feels. I am empty headed.Not calm-headed. (Calm-headed is great. That happens, too, but this is different.) This is...

Coach Potato

This is about a shirt. (If you were ever to skip one of my posts, this is the one.) Click on the photo to see the shirt, on the Castle Trail at Badlands, South Dakota. (If you don't see a photo, visit Net Cotton Content here: tinyurl.com/GoodShirtMan.) There...

Finding The Words

Words have meaning. So I want to find the right word. My increasing halts in conversation (and here, invisibly to you, at the keyboard) — when I'm searching for the right word — do not (necessarily) represent the onset of senility. It's that I've come to...

Onward On Gender

When I admitted my general confusion here about gender in June, reader responses varied: helpful encouragement — from friends who could teach me about the topic. shared experience — from folks who were similarly confused by the whirl of the world. shaming, flaming and...