An icon, indeed

Good bye to a true icon.

3000 things

Things are about to get nauseatingly self-indulgent around here.

Knitting while watching Dancing Queen is enough to make one drop a few stiches

I find pen and paper comforting, familiar, when I write. This is how I learned to write, to think, to feel.

Time to update the questions I revisit every year since I've become a man of a certain age.

I don't want to be convenient anymore. I don't want to be the guy people call when other offers fall through.

I’ve learned that something amazing usually can be found right under my nose — and happiness usually lies in those small things.

I wish I had more options and opportunities to explore what masculinity and being a man is and avoid years of feeling shame for who I am.

No words today. Only a slice of where I go to when I need a break from everything.