A few weeks ago, I began a blog on “depressure = depression. What started as a simple observation turned into a series. So many avenues offered insights worth exploring. Then I got stuck. Or maybe I just had to do some field research. After the second in the series, I found myself in a space […]
*Originally Posted February 2016 As an avid water skier, I’ve learned over the years that my body position over the ski determines the acceleration of the ski from one buoy to the next. Faster is better. Watching a webcast of a ski tournament one day, the commentator (also a pro skier) summed up the “stacked
This is Part 2 of a series on De-pressure = depression. Here’s where we left off in Part 1 (which I recommend you read first if you haven’t already.) Survival Mode puts us in a state I call the “Froth”, which feels like the electrical charge I experienced in the story about the aspirational project
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It’s been four weeks since I last posted – and if you remember I wrote that piece on Thursday, September 26, the day before Helene hammered Western North Carolina. In many ways, it’s too early for me to begin to process all that has happened here. I’ve lived through a couple of natural disasters before, but this one is unmatched.
It’s been four weeks since I last posted – and if you remember I wrote that piece on Thursday, September 26, the day before Helene hammered Western North Carolina. In many ways, it’s too early for me to begin to process all that has happened here. I’ve lived through a couple of natural disasters before, but this one is unmatched.
It’s been four weeks since I last posted – and if you remember I wrote that piece on Thursday, September 26, the day before Helene hammered Western North Carolina. In many ways, it’s too early for me to begin to process all that has happened here. I’ve lived through a couple of natural disasters before, but this one is unmatched.
It’s been four weeks since I last posted – and if you remember I wrote that piece on Thursday, September 26, the day before Helene hammered Western North Carolina. In many ways, it’s too early for me to begin to process all that has happened here. I’ve lived through a couple of natural disasters before, but this one is unmatched.
It’s been four weeks since I last posted – and if you remember I wrote that piece on Thursday, September 26, the day before Helene hammered Western North Carolina. In many ways, it’s too early for me to begin to process all that has happened here. I’ve lived through a couple of natural disasters before, but this one is unmatched.