Tag Archives: Ninety Posts in Ninety Days

The old fisherman watched out his window as the young girl cast from the pier.  His home was twenty steps from the pier by the sea.  Every day for as long as he could remember he walked those twenty steps … Continue reading →

“Ricky, come back here.  I said, no. This is Nepal, not Manhattan.  You can not leave this hotel.  You may be thirteen but I’m still in charge when your mom and dad are gone.” “Give it a rest already, Uncle … Continue reading →

Fear doesn’t go away. The warrior and the artist live by the same code of necessity, which dictates that the battle must be fought anew every day. Steven Pressfield, The War of Art You have discovered a profound truth about … Continue reading →

Fear doesn’t go away. The warrior and the artist live by the same code of necessity, which dictates that the battle must be fought anew every day. Steven Pressfield, The War of Art You have discovered a profound truth about … Continue reading →

When we last saw our hero, he was (not) pining by the phone awaiting a call from ProScan, which finally came in the form of a voicemail.  Thanks to Nicole from MIlwaukee, I shall continue.  Unpolished, and nearly incoherent… Next, … Continue reading →

By the time I get home I am exhausted.  Lots of hugs from my girls (two daughters, my lovely wife, and Poppy the dog).  Some refereeing.  News of the day.  Cook dinner.  Then, plop down on the sofa to watch … Continue reading →

A recent knee injury cut short my sand volleyball career.  And by recent I mean about 18 months ago.  And by career I mean the two or three times I played sand volleyball in my life.  Anyway, I landed in … Continue reading →

What does it take to develop a new habit?  How about repetition?  Fake it until you make it, I say.  For the next ninety days, I will post something on this blog each day.  Much of it will downright stink, I’m … Continue reading →