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I gave my ring away. The one that I purchased a year ago in a tiny shop along the Gainesville, Georgia, square. It was gorgeous and is called, “The Tree of Life.” I have been wearing it in place of…

wrecked.org   This morning I got up with the squirrels and cheered on my favorite triathlon partner as she ran a race in Manhappiness. I sped by Starbucks to get caffeine and the Sunday edition of the New York Times…

wrecked.org     The rain is rattling down the drainpipe and the whoosh of a steady shower fills the empty spaces. It is lovely. A crepe myrtle's magenta puff-blooms bounce in the breeze and rain. The courtyard is quiet. Oh…

wrecked.org   Oblivion, noun: 1. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening. 2. the state of being forgotten I've driven lots of miles lately. Two weeks ago, I added 1,900 big city and uber-rural miles to my…

this blog also appears on wrecked.org I am homeless right now. No adventure-driven leap into the arms of a God I cannot see to seek and save the lost. I am the bird without a nest. Sitting here, in an…

Yesterday, I ran for joy. Not for a race, time, fitness or some other noble pursuit; I ran for joy. Sort of like Forrest Gump; I just ran… Read the rest of this post and join me on Sundays at http://www.wrecked.org/adventure/wrecking-ball/ for…

I was the last of four kids of a military chaotic like-named people. My dad was successful as a community leader and was given unprecedented opportunities to lead all manners of military life unfettered by the typical army red-tape. He…

Years ago, I heard a story from a traveling guy. He had an unfortunate pompadour – a look favored by Christian leaders at the time. His hair made me want to stop listening to his words. It was pretentious and…

Saturday, friends swung by the apartment to help move furniture that would not be making the trip to Texas. With an upright Adirondack chair on top of a packed minivan, we looked like the Clampetts. All that was missing was Granny. It was so RELIEVING…