Moab – Going On 40

Bon Voyage

An 80-mph-speed-limit sure does cut the six-hour drive from Moab to Las Vegas down, but it also cuts into the moments I wish would last longer. Like, what it is to be a Holstein cow lying down with half of their bodies pressed in the cool mud. Or being the long-winged hawk pirouetting on andContinue reading “Bon Voyage”

When In Moab

I hate being manipulated. Scratch that. I hate it when someone tries to manipulate me. I’m decent at sniffing it out; I get an uncomfy feeling in my belly and like a bloodhound that’s treed a fox, there’s an arooing signal that goes off in me. Sometimes I get stuck questioning myself about it. Like,Continue reading “When In Moab”

Cheers, To Me

Uh oh, this is what I feared; a blank mind. I need to have something to write about. Right? But shouldn’t this be a good thing, a time when all my inner voices have settled down and are finally taking a nice, long siesta? I recall a phone call with a good friend years ago,Continue reading “Cheers, To Me”