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The Nomadic Troglodyte

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Luck’s Favors

You may have heard the expression "Luck favors the prepared." Perhaps my all-time favorite use of this is in the...

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365 Letters

I write a letter to family and friends every Sunday. I started in 2011, and, yes, I have skipped a few Sundays over the years. Why? How? And how did I write a letter nearly every week for eight years? Well...

Returning to a Broken Shire

On more than one occasion, I've mentioned the family business here on my blog. I do a lot of work for it, I live in the middle of it, and it's a combination of home/family/profession. Well, on the 13th of... Continue Reading →

Rest Your Soul

Sometimes the best wisdom is old wisdom. Now, I have a few issues with the way TED talks have evolved, but we aren't here to have that conversation. We're here to talk about how sometimes they have really cool talks... Continue Reading →

Things We Gave Up

There's this song I've been listening to a lot this summer. It was written and performed by a friend of mine who lives nearby. She's a cowgirl who's lived an interesting life, and the song is a ballad of love... Continue Reading →

Acts of God

Insurance underwriters don't really know what to call them. But insurance companies have been around long enough that pervasive secularism still isn't enough to change the name of the kinds of disasters that really upset the applecart. They are "acts... Continue Reading →

Here I Stand

There is something really, truly rewarding about being appreciated for hard work. Yes, yes, yes, the work itself is rewarding, too. Goodness. Settle down. I am proud of the things that I have accomplished. You know what, I'm also proud... Continue Reading →

Epidemic Update

Those of you who've read my previous post "You Are An Epidemic: Act Like It" was something of an idea. A hope. A resolution. We all know how most New Year's Resolutions turn out, and I'm as skeptical as the next... Continue Reading →

Learning from Youth

The enthusiasm of youthful artists is really something. I can see the spark of amusement in the eyes of older artists when I talk to them. Sometimes... I am the older artist, and let me tell you - that's a... Continue Reading →

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