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…
One warm evening in 2015, Julie Lockhart made us promise that we’d all go to Nationals and race Masters when it came to Hartford in 2017.…
She warned us back in the spring that we better not do anything silly for her on her 90th birthday. It was a warning we…
This has nothing to do with he plot of the movie. It has more to do with pants.
Hello. It’s been a while. A few years ago, I decided that I’d spent too many years wishing I could sing, so I started taking…

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