Pockets Full of Change

In memory of Brittney Kaelberer.  I love this photo.  It was taken in the Tetons, at Phelps Lake, I think.  A group of us drove down fr...

I have tried so many times in the last 8 months to write a new blog post.  There are several beginnings saved in my Blogger drafts, a couple...

Work continues, and continues, and continues seemingly without end.  There are eight days until the end of the term.  I never did flip the 5...

Quitting. sigh. Quitting. Quitting has been on my mind.  A lot.  So this was probably the worst time (but maybe the best?) to stumbl...

There’s something comforting about how the daylight fades here.  It’s easy to notice those evenings when the sun burns out in flames of gl...

I didn't write what follows, and I won't tell you who did.  Just say that it's a close friend of mine who I've been thinking...

I'll add more to this post, about what some of these things mean, at a later date (probably this weekend),  but here's to getting s...