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.

A collection of ramblings
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...

It's a matter of degrees
It's a matter of degrees

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...