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  • An Honorable Life Doesn’t Require a Clean Record

    There’s a story we’re told early: Do the right thing. Work hard. Take responsibility. Eventually, it all gets corrected. But some of us learn the quieter truth. Sometimes the record never gets fixed. Sometimes the institution never revisits the file.… Continue reading

  • Step 2

    Step Two “Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.” “What can we believe in?”, the book Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions asks. Well, we can certainly believe in anything we wish to believe in, whether… Continue reading

  • The End

    We all have stories to tell.  We all figure or at least hope we will live a long life filled with the usual hyped ups and downs that we’re told we will experience by those older than us.  Some of us believe… Continue reading

  • Minds Forest

    Some say that walking alone through dark woods along an unknown path is akin to spending time searching through the depths of our own mind.  This could be recognized as both a good experience and a bad one. A man… Continue reading

  • A Nice Sunday Hike (Murder and Arson Included)

    Today the wife and four year old joined me for a hike up the Twin Falls trail near North Bend, WA.  It was a surprisingly great hike with awesome views and well maintained paths.  I never knew of the place before this morning when my wife was… Continue reading

  • Beach

    On Sunday the fam-damily (as the wife lovingly calls family) and I went to the beach.  You can see it’s a rocky beach, but what you cannot see is the hordes of people.  They show up when the temperature reaches… Continue reading

  • The Ebb and Flow of Life

    When you’re younger you spend a good chunk of time thinking about the future.  You expect great things and amazing accomplishments possibly followed by a little recognition and a nice paycheck. You start making mental notes of the amazing places… Continue reading

  • Windigo

    I was spending the summer vacation between the 8th and 9th grade with my grandparents in Ketchikan, Alaska doing little more than walking around the wilderness, shopping storefronts or (and mostly) taking the near 30 foot Pacifico pleasure boat out for days at… Continue reading