What follows is the eulogy I wrote for my mother, Jacyne Woodcox. She passed on to whatever is next on February 9th, 2022. I love you mom. If there’s one oddity about the way my brain works, it’s the function of memory. I know it’s all in there, a lifetime of experiences, impressions, thoughts, and moments all added together to become the story of who I am. But I can’t pick out the individual pieces from decades past and tell you, here is what happened. Read more...

To say that the last few years have been a whirlwind is perhaps an understatement. Or a testament to the fact that I don’t have the firsthand experience necessary to use ‘tornado’ or ‘hurricane’ as a metaphor. I’m not just speaking of world events like pandemics or wars, but with my own little corner of the universe. It’s been more than a year since I last wrote anything for this blog. Read more...

I’m writing this on November 16, 2020, with the intention of publishing it a year from yesterday. It’s more for me at this point than anything I want to share with the world. These past few days have been difficult. I spent them with someone I love dearly as the two of us sat in vigil with her dog, Arlo. I did not know Arlo for long, but he had a fierceness and personality that touched me more than most humans have. Read more...

One year ago today was the worst night of my life. That was the evening that I had to tell my wife that her son, my stepson, had died. This the day after she lost her father. Remembering the soul-wrenching cry that she made still breaks my heart. It was the hardest, most terrible thing I’ve ever had to do to anyone. Did I say the worst night of my life? Read more...