I haven’t found any logical progression in grief. I don’t know what stage I’m in now. Is there a stage that feels like a normal walk through the living room interrupted by the staggering pain of stepping barefoot on a stray Lego? That’s the one I’m in. Small memories of…
For years I believed that my dad was the strongest man in the universe.
It’s not all about the big plans and grand schemes…
With new goals and schemes, we needed an appropriately epic kick-off for 2016…

A conversation with 2016…

I’m Alex, the creator and author behind this blog. I’m a wonderer.