I am old, as old as dirt as some of my grandchildren would have me believe. I am married to the same woman that I proposed to three hours after we met [she said yes]. We have three children who are now parents and going through the same pains as…

Your one stop shopping centre — The novel that I began publishing in September, my first post on Medium being Chapter One, is nearing completion. So far, 37 chapters have been published. There are three more chapters that are ready, and possibly one more to complete the story. Once the last chapter has been published, I…

Looking for writers for a new publication. It might be a risk, but I have decided to jump into the deep end with a new publication. The front page likely needs some work, but it will look better once I get more skills with running a publication. …

The Way of Saint James, France, 2012 — Life throws some curve balls turning a person’s life upside-down. My career as a university instructor in China had come to a crashing end at the beginning of 2012. …

Sayulita — March 25 — Yesterday evening we walked down the cobblestone streets of the pueblo intent on going out for an evening on the town. We heard the sound of music played by a group of local musicians playing traditional Mexican music. A bit further along more music, this time by a young male…

Sayulita — March 24 — A surprise on yesterday’s hike to Playa Patzcuarito — we met a sizable group of people on the beach who were nude. A couple of minutes into our walk on the beach, we rounded a corner and saw more than a handful of people covered in what looked like was…

An Elizabethan Sonnet —

Bless the Broken Road — Chapter 48 — Marynia sat crying on the kitchen chair while her brother was yelling at her, calling her a tramp. “You slept with him in my trailer. Christ, Marynia. What the hell were you thinking?” Ceece had been angry from the moment she returned to the house after leaving me in Victoria. …

We are on the cusp of being replaced — Oh wondrous art, of mind and machine, Thou bring’st to us a world unseen. With every code and algorithm wrought, Thou mak’st the impossible a thought. A being of metal, without a soul, Yet, in thy circuits, intelligence whole. A product of our own creation, A future of unprecedented elation. …