Hi, I'm Steve
Welcome to my newsletter where I cut through the bullshit we're taught about life to surrender to longing, forge meaningful purpose and find your place.
What Version of You are You?
Continuing the quest to better know, understand, love and appreciate our true selves
What Age Are You in Your Head?
Part One of “What Version of You are You” How old are you in your head? Quickly, without giving it much thought—there is no right answer here, after all (well maybe there is, but keep reading). I'm not asking how old you feel. But how old are you? In
Hailstorm
Rook left the barracks and headed out onto the blacktop where a crowd of twenty or thirty protesters had gathered on this bright sunny day and were lined up along the open field on the opposite side of the street holding their signs aloft and hooting and caterwauling when they
Belonging
A series exploring the decisions, changes, and principles we stuck to that made moving to Sicily possible.
Grief Wrapped in Guilt Wrapped in Loss
The two women were talking to one another across the counter when the phone rang. Excuse me, Edith said and answered it. Okay, sure. Okay. Yes, well can’t you make them? They can’t tell you anything? What’s their number then, I’ll call them myself? Hello? Sorry,
Slow, Simple and Superb
I know I spend a lot of time on this newsletter (and in person) calling attention to the many screwed up schemes the principal architects of policy, those shapers of society, these Masters of Mankind, use to conspire, engineer and bully us into believing and accepting the crappy way in
Aspects of a Novel
Or, Why What Happens Next Some years ago, back when this was a diabetes blog, I mentioned a particular fondness for a quote by the British writer E.M. Forster. The quote— How Can I Tell What I Think Till I See What I Say—comes from his book on
Reunion
“You just set him up there? Like luggage?” The attendant working the counter stopped what she was doing and scowled at me. She didn’t appreciate having to repeat herself. There was a long line. People were waiting. I looked down at the large animal carrier, then over at the
Misery Loves Company
After he’d left the CO’s office John David spent the rest of the afternoon sitting at a bar amongst the couple of other lone warriors scattered about, like buoys bobbing in the dark current, their shoulders slumped but for the occasional sigh and despite there being nothing but
Slow, Naive and Determined
Last week the New York Times ran an op ed titled Foodie Fever Dreams Can’t Keep Restaurants Afloat written by Vivian Howard, the chef and restaurateur behind Chef & the Farmer (amongst others) in Kinston, NC. Howard’s piece follows a bit of apparently “shocking” news regarding the impending closure
