
A collection of ramblings
This is a series of prose(?) that came to me as I was processing the implosion of my second relationship. It was during this time I received the High Functioning Asperger's di...
Welcome to the carnage!
The raw, late-arriving ‘upside’ of finding emotional and neurological balance at 60 is the piercing clarity with which you now survey the landscape of your life—and see that carnage will always be its dominant, defining terrain. This repository of prose, musings, and rants is the chronicle of that sobering, strangely liberating vision. It is the record of one, slightly atypical, human being learning to walk steadily through the wreckage, map in hand.

This is a series of prose(?) that came to me as I was processing the implosion of my second relationship. It was during this time I received the High Functioning Asperger's di...

If you stood at the North Pole and headed for the South Pole, but your bearings were off by a mere 1°, you would never reach your destination. You would in fact spiral around...
Ever stumbled upon that gloriously cranky friend at the bar, the one who cuts through the world's nonsense with a sharp wit and a well-timed eye-roll? That's "Shouting at Clouds." It's a growing collection of rants and razor-sharp observations—on everything from AI's overhyped IQ to the painful comedy of modern politics—served with a side of delightful sarcasm. Don't take it too seriously, but don't be surprised when a post makes you stop and think, "Huh, they've got a point." Perfect for when you need a brutally honest, often hilarious, perspective on the circus of our times.

"It wasn't until the webpage suddenly changed from the freight company's website to a page full of photos of people being totally inappropriate with their dogs that the penny ...