Life

Drowning

I didn’t know I was drowning until the air finally hit my lungs for the first time in a decade. I broke down today and wept. The heartache, grief, and suffering that lead up to that moment took years, a decade in fact, of deliberate step-by-step, day-by-day construction to achieve its heinous, ominous reality. One… Continue reading Drowning

Life, Locations

Vienna: Fact versus Fiction

I first fell in love with Austria and Bavaria in June, 1994, and Vienna in particular in March, 2001. If we ever meet I person, I promise to tell you the story about the late-night bar over a few drinks. I digress. I returned for a writer’s retreat in November, 2017, and the city felt… Continue reading Vienna: Fact versus Fiction

Life

Ask For Help. Please…

I’ve shared some stories with you about my experiences in suicide prevention and the investigation of successful suicides. This time of year, depression, desperation, and hopelessness are at year-long highs among a substantial portion of our society. This week tragically reminded me that suicide continues to plague my profession, my neighbors, and our communities. I’ve… Continue reading Ask For Help. Please…

Life

The Holidays (Hell-a-days)

The holidays have always been a tough time for me. Growing up in a divorced family, my siblings and I try diligently to make everyone happy, see all sides of the family for an equal amount of time. It’s never actually worked out that way and we always fail at it. As the oldest child,… Continue reading The Holidays (Hell-a-days)

Books, Life

Holiday Gratitude: There’s Two Os in “Goose”

Did I ever tell you about last Thanksgiving, when I made dinner for my writing group in a 12th-century Austrian castle? Keep scrolling for photos of our spread atop the dining hall’s 17-century furnishings. I’ve also included an incredible recipe I stole from Jamie Oliver’s website fair-and-square. Go ahead and peek, I’ll wait here for… Continue reading Holiday Gratitude: There’s Two Os in “Goose”

Life

Middle-Age Struck Me on the Side of a Mountain

It’s fair to say I’ve slowed a step over the years, and I’d be delusional not to have noticed.  Listening to most of my elders, it’s just part of aging and the human experience.  Accept it, account for it, and move on to your AARP membership and supper at 4:30 in the afternoon.  I’m in… Continue reading Middle-Age Struck Me on the Side of a Mountain