Going Alone

A very difficult day yesterday. Something utterly horrifying happened to our next door neighbor—beyond belief. I was outside before...

Yesterday, I was swimming alone after work out past the breakers, when I suddenly heard a voice next to me say “please come back to...

My daughter is talking (texting) at me from Japan this morning. She’s planning her time and experiences there after her Tokyo internship...

For a time yesterday I was standing on one of life’s several summits, looking back across the landscape already crossed. I was the oldest...

Day 62 ocean swim: Today is so much easier than yesterday. It’s my second day running into the sea since recovering from my injury....

I learned a few things about myself yesterday by surfing. First, I learned that I can become a surfer again if I want to. At age...

I’m going surfing this morning. Something I haven’t done in over thirty years. I’m already prepared for failure; ready to simply float...

Exhausted… But what a fun day yesterday was. Hiko is here, and we shared the day and I showed him around. I overdid it, probably, which...

Today, I rendezvous with the past—my JVLOG past. That once lived life in Japan as a peripheral member of a loose community of ex-pat...

Today I’m free again and can go back into the sea. The wound in my side is fully healed and my damaged leg is much better. However, I’ve...

The hole in my body is nearly healed. The gash in my side where a surgeon cut me open to dig out a tumor to see what it is. It’s benign....

Yumiko and I were both very tired after work yesterday… We walked the dogs together slowly along a meandering circuit through the angled...

It’s nice getting old. There’s no age better than now, though I expect tomorrow might be better still. Sure, I’m a bit crippled with...

Today feels like waking up upon a great mountain. The clean, cold air up here is bracing. And the aching muscles of the climb to get here...

Poetry of a sort has joined me at the guitar. Nearly every evening, while Yumiko prepares dinner, I sit in the garden with a glass of red...

I cannot remember the last time I couldn’t sleep. My nights have become like the nights of my youth. Hard asleep at bedtime and fast...

Address: Japanese: 〒424-0112 静岡県清水和郡伊佐部273 English: 273 Isabu, Shimizu Ward, Shizuoka, 424-0112, Japan Yumiko found this home, which...

It’s time to sell my motorcycle. I don’t want or need it anymore. My riding days are done. Never again do I wish to ride. That part of my...

I was at the office yesterday and a young coworker asked about my book. I had a copy in my bag which I signed and gave to him. The smile...

Parenthood now reminds me of the childhood years, in particular the school events where our kid was an actor in the play, participating...