I used to walk a lot. Really liked it, too. I was fortunate to live and work within a half mile, so it seemed to be a natural thing to do every day.
When I moved across Colorado to the way too-crowded Front Range and Denver, I didn’t have the same chance. So you could say I kind of lost my way on the path of my life. That applied to where I was trying to go professionally and personally as well.
It happened again, at the end of May. Sadly, it’s happened so much in the last several decades, not many people knew it or – even sadder – cared.
The newspaper I had written for over the last year was bought out and has already lost its online brand presence. Later this year, it will lose its even more established print presence. Newspaper buyouts and the loss of jobs for journalists such as myself don’t usually garner much news of their own these days. You could maybe say there’s not enough reporters left to cover the story. Another sad note. Continue reading “Not just another buy out in the newspaper business”→
Someone, or maybe it was some study I read, said people who write use one half of their brain more often, while those who work with numbers use the other half of their brain. You know, the left brain-right brain thing, I think.
As someone who has made his living with words, I definitely find truth in that saying, or study, or whatever. I can write with complete confidence that the vast majority of my words, grammar, spelling, etc. will make sense to readers. (But don’t ask me Continue reading “Math is my kryptonite”→
Growth and change are two universal constants, no matter where you live, what you do or aspire to be in your life.
At least that’s what I’ve come to believe over the years, as my life has ebbed and flowed through good times and bad times. When it comes to one personal constant – this, putting words together to form coherent thoughts – I like to think I’ve grown and changed, too. Hopefully for the better.
If I’m back to mowing the lawn, it must be spring.
And unlike many people, I don’t look at the regular practice of getting the mower out and walking over every square inch of grass as work. I look at it as exercise, a chance to get outside and enjoy the sunshine and (relatively) fresh air.