Home again

The past isn’t dead. It isn’t even past. — William Faulkner
After a whirlwind trip to Iowa to visit my family, I’m safely back home, ensconced in my own basement office with a cup of coffee and a load of unsettled memories that are going to take me a while to process.
Maybe someday I’ll [...]

A plan of attack

The best way to confront your demons is head on, in the light of day.
But not until you’ve had your morning coffee.

Iowa is still Iowa

Here I am in hometown Iowa, checked into the Super 8 and awake far too early for the amount of stress I’m under. But my trusty hotel has wi-fi (and a coffee machine in the lobby), so I’m managing.
The one who said “You can never go home again” had it right, thank God. [...]

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