Solo Camping on the Mighty Androscoggin

Eventually, realizing I’d be swimming back against the river’s gentle but discernible current, I reluctantly turned around and swam underneath for a lungful’s worth of time. I re-emerged into the deepening sunset to see a loon watching me closely, about 6 feet away. I started treading water, and we regarded each other for a minute or so. Continue reading Solo Camping on the Mighty Androscoggin

She asked what I do for fun, and I had no idea.

While writing this piece off and on for 3 days now over a hideously hot and humid New England weekend, I’ve vacillated wildly on whether to post it or not. I mean, it’s very personal. But by the same token, as part of my own Human Being Training… Continue reading She asked what I do for fun, and I had no idea.

Death Metal, Sorting Things, and Living with my Parents

I took a terrific toddler photo that day of my bitsy, surprised-looking two-year-old son surrounded by booze bottles, which somehow he’d managed to get out of the locked cabinet. I’d been distracted by a phone call with my MLM team partners. Long story for another time. Continue reading Death Metal, Sorting Things, and Living with my Parents

Starting Over

I find myself feeling greatly irritated today. Everyone’s annoying me–particularly myself. Almost 9 months to the day, I just left a job where I’d gotten quite comfortable. As one of two supplements people at a nice health food store in Portland, Maine, I had a growing following among the locals and was known as the “supplements guru.” But here I am leaving the comfy little space I created for myself back in September. Why? Continue reading Starting Over