The backyard is great for conjuring evil plans. Since I’ve been hibernating in Canada’s autumn wonderland, I’ve been reading Hugh MacLeod’s Evil Plans: “Everybody needs that Evil Plan that’s going to pry their lives out of the jaws of crap jobs, cub
I wonder… If your house were on fire, what would you grab first? To play this game fairly, let’s assume the people and pets are already out of the house. Most people say their photos. Fair enough. These precious and priceless records of their life can’t be replaced.
My nomadic journey started in my underwear drawer. Further explanation is probably required. The other day, I received a comment on my blog from Mandy_Fish who wrote, “Now it makes me curious as to why you are a nomad. I’m going to have to go back to the beginning of your
I arrived at the hotel and called from the lobby phone. “Mason, I’m here.” “I’ll be there in a minute.” I hung up the phone and thought about his phone voice. I spent four years hearing Mason’s phone voice. And I spent most of those years havi
I didn’t do it on a whim. The whole quitting my job thing. It took planning, strategizing and a whole lot of fantasizing to make it happen. But mostly it took saving. It costs many dollars to go off and quit your job, folks. The last thing I wanted to do was quit my job and head
The origin of the word Passion means suffering. The most famous example of the original meaning of the word is the Passion of the Christ, which all about that big ol’ walk to Calvary. We all have our passion walks. One of mine happened today, though it wasn’t quite as dram
There is this guy at work. We have a running joke on Fridays. I say, “It’s the weekend. How will you get on without me?” and he says, “It will be tough, but I’ll try.” Nearly every Friday for three years. Same silly banter. Somehow he’s manage