Sex, Moves and Videotape
Some housekeeping – You may have notice I have a newly re-designed website! Thanks to Pieter Richter of <https://lemonskate.com> for the great work. Writer's block is real, I tell ya! Wow. After…
Field notes
Journal
Personal essays on healing, transformation, and seeing and being seen.
Dazed and Confused
Wherein your flailing author dives headfirst into transformation After breaking up with Q in the fall of 2014 and having M, (ostensibly my “soul mate”) also dump me after a long weekend…
Welcome 2014…
…the Start of Something(s) Big… [I know this story starts and stops. I appreciate you hanging with me. It was so easy to write, until it wasn’t. I’m committed to pushing through…
Flailing About…
A few words on the delay since the last post (my mother’s eulogy, notwithstanding). My post where I outed myself for engaging a “Facebook Affair” did not go over very well with…
Mom | December 2, 1946 – June 29, 2020
My mother, Lynne Carol Kosterman (neé Johnson) passed away at the end of last June, in South Carolina. She and my father had moved there less than a year earlier into the…
Lost and Searching
And those of you who went to UW-Madison thought it was one of the colleges. It’s 2010, I’m in a pretty good depression. My photo lab business is going south fast, I’m…
Separation Anxiety
Wherein we read about the fate of the best laid plans of a man… Alright, let’s get back to it, shall we? I’ve been suffering from a bit of writer’s block. When…
We Interrupt This Broadcast…
Many thanks once again to all who have taken the time to read and especially to comment on my posts. This whole big ball of yarn has been percolating for quite a…
Into the Abyss
2007 wasn’t all bad. It was that year that Karen, a dear friend, suggested I begin charging for my photography. Since before my kids were born I was fascinated with photography. Both…
On Therapy… Part V
The Lab gets moved. Cracks are appearing in many places. Fitness addiction to the rescue! When we last left things, I was cruising along at 35,000 feet, metaphorically speaking, and I lost…
On Therapy… Part Quattro
The Days Are Long, the Years Are Short In the last episode, we had just given birth to our second (of two) daughters, Adeline. To be perfectly honest, this time period is one…
On Therapy… Part Tres
Wherein the inevitable move to the suburbs ensues and Baby Number Dos Arrives When we last left the riveting life story of my intrepid self, we had just given birth to our…