As I gaze into the dispassionate face of inevitability, how will I choose to be? Who will I choose to be? Rejection is inevitable for any writer. Though you wouldn’t guess this from social media [...]

The closed doors (and borders) of the coronavirus pandemic have opened a different door for me–the possibility of “just” being a writer. Most summers, I’m attempting to write while sailing Kagán, [...]

I was going to write a post about procrastination today, but I decided to put it off.   . . .

I stole glances at the sunset over my left shoulder as I drove north, from work toward home. Clouds swept the western horizon, spreading the orange glow of the sinking sun. Broad brushstrokes of [...]