Hello, friends. My Halloween events have come to an end and it’s a beautiful autumn day outside. I’ll need to go for a walk at some point. The Day Job was somewhat hellish this week, almost more so than usual. The kids had their moments but the adults…my god, the adults…. Anyway, here I am…
Hello, friends. “Better late than never,” was one of my mother’s sayings. She was full of them. I don’t think there was an occasion or instance that she couldn’t have some colloquialism at hand for. That applies to this week’s newsletter. Perhaps, “a day late and a dollar shy” would be another. Anyway, I’m here…

Hello, friends. It’s another gorgeous fall day outside. Sunshine, breeze, nice temperatures. I feel bad writing this as friends down in Florida are in the middle of a hellish hurricane and I wish I could send them this weather. I hope they remain safe and there’s no damage. That’s the thing about weather like this:…

Hello, friends. The sun is out and it’s in the 60s outside. October is on the calendar and I write a little about that this week. I have yet to really settle into the “new” school year (it’s now more than a month old) and it’s been messing with me. But here I am, here…

Hello, friends. As I sit writing this on Saturday morning, the day before this newsletter will drop, the weather is a beautiful 64ºF outside. The sense that autumn is in the air and heading towards us brings hope. I love the fall. The coolness, the leaves changing, Halloween everywhere I look. Despite the current state…

Hello, friends. I will try not to take too much of your time in this introduction since today’s essay got away from me and weighs in around 1,800 words (my typical essays are between 800 and 1,000 words, usually closer to 800). It’s about 9/11 and my thoughts on its 25th anniversary. None of it…
Hello, friends. This week happened, right? I mean, I know it happened, the memories are too acute and I’m too tired for it not to have happened, but it was so busy, and I was so tired, that it barely registered and feels almost like a fever dream than anything that actually happened. Monday we…

Hello, friends. What a week! Two PD days getting ready for the 2026-2027 school year (the topic of this week’s essay) and an unplanned hourlong drive to a hospital satellite because G’s surgical incision became infected. She’s on antibiotics and such so I’m hoping it’ll clear up before she starts school this week. More writing…

Hello, friends. Look at this. We’ve arrived at the last full week of August. Not the last newsletter of August, that comes next week, but the last full week. I’m writing this at a local library. It’s become tradition for G to read her summer reading book at the library and since this year’s book…