Christmas in Patagonia
Christmas Day, 1999. Twenty years ago. Was I at home in New York, a gentle snow falling outside, while inside blazed a warm fire in the fireplace, with presents under the Christmas tree that my children would soon open with squeals of joy? No I was not. I was
Glimmers of Hope: My Life in 2020: A Conclusion
So, 2020 was a bit of a challenge. As I have already talked about (here and here) 2020 was not the best time I ever had. On a personal level, it was – to use a technical term - a bit shite. And on a world situation level, it was
2020’s Dark Night of the Soul: The Year So Far Part II
And so it goes. 2020 continues its endless slog into the dark night of the soul that has been thrust upon us by the ruthlessness of nature, the cruelty of fate, and the incompetence of man. I would say it's unprecedented but by this point, so many truly strange and
My Life in 2020 so Far (Or What a Clusterf*ck)
So…2020 has been a clusterfuck so far, huh? Before I continue I feel I should point out that when I first contemplated writing this post I had conceived of it as being an eloquent, lyrical, almost poetic treatise on expectation vs reality. I had the notion of reaching rhetorical heights
“The Fall” can mean many things. It can be a season, it can be an action, or it can be a state of mind. At DaddyElk The Fall can bring out many feelings and can be interpreted in many ways. These are just a few.
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