Don't Laugh. It's Not Funny. It's My Life.

How Steven and I turned one small weekend into a miniature travel book Who Thought We Would Be Eating Vegan Food on a Mountain? On Saturday afternoon, Steven and I were sitting in the back seat of a rental car with the air conditioning running, eating vegan food from the Healthy Hippie while looking down from Mount Scott onto a lake and miles of Oklahoma prairie. Who thought we would be eating vegan food atop a short mountain in Oklahoma on a Saturday? Not us. We had ordered takeout because I did not feel like being lifted out of the car and settled into my wheelchair just to sit inside the restaurant, then made the overlook our dining room. The cashew queso with walnut chorizo was delicious. The view was enormous. The arrangement was not glamorous. It was perfect. Thursday: The Trip Begins We picked Burkburnett because we wanted to check out Hotter’N Hell in nearby Wichita Falls. Neither of us had been. We saw the preparations and Friday evening criterium, but the cycling event became...

Nearly twenty years ago, I started this blog. Back then, blogging was just what people did. Somehow, this little corner of the internet survived everything that came after. If you’ve been here before, welcome back. If you’re new here, welcome. Either way, come on in. Evidently this blog and I have reached an understanding. Every few years one of us looks at the other and says, “We’re not done yet.” Over the last twenty years, I hope I’ve changed in all the ways that matter. I also hope I haven’t changed in the ones that don’t. I’ve always been curious. I’ve always loved stories. And apparently, I’ve always been willing to write about my life, sometimes with more honesty than was probably advisable. If you decide to wander through the archives, proceed at your own risk. Those posts span nearly twenty years of my life. They’re an honest snapshot of who I was at the time. Some will make me laugh. Some will probably make me cringe. I’m leaving them exactly as they are. Life, however,...