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 the past several years, I’ve selected a word that I use as a theme, or beacon for the coming year. When I started, I…
Jason and I have a birthday tradition. We ride bikes together. 1 mile for each revolution around the sun. And while we ride, we share…
Approaching 50 felt like moving to the end of something, of what I’m not sure.
11 January days completed, imperfectly.

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