What are we to make of who we are now, who we have become after years of becoming who we are? Are we who we think we are? Are we who others think we are? Are we some combination of what we have learned and experienced? How have our values, beliefs and actions formed and
I have been thinking a lot lately, along with some other folks, why I write, what I write about, what my intentions are and what, if any, difference it makes. I hear back from some readers and subscribers enough that reinforces my continuing to take the time and make the effort to pen something at
Dear ones, I have watched you with great interest and much love since you were born, followed you through your early years with your parents, and through your first 12 school years, then college and most of you in your first jobs in your chosen fields. I am proud of each one of you not
Naming something or giving it a title is a frustrating exercise for me because I want it to be accurate and descriptive. For 12 years, my blog posts had the name BLOG. I know what that means but it sounds like blob to me and now that I am on Substack and get published in
Leaving Friday, February 2, from Mexico City (MEX) to Rio de Janeiro (GIG) by way of San Paulo (GRU). It’s an overnight flight and I’m hoping for several hours of good sleeping. This is the beginning of our two-week adventure in South America. We like to travel, evidenced by 20+ years to a variety
I shared some bits in this blog previously, notably in ‘Life, Death and In Between” published December 11, 2023. There are glad surprises and sad surprises. This post is mostly about ones that are sad, so I promise that the next post will be about glad surprises. The reality is that life is full
