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  • Friends, Family, and Freedom

    Friends, Family, and Freedom

    My younger brother, Chad, my workout buddy Corey, and I all camped under the stars last weekend in Decatur, Michigan. By the campfire, I wondered aloud, as all our ancestors must have done before. Who are we in this vast universe?

  • Is Anything Real?

    Is Anything Real?

    In the modern world, we struggle to distinguish truth from falsehood. We inhabit silos, echo chambers of our favored beliefs. Artificial Intelligence erases the lines between reality and illusion.

  • Collecting Pearls

    Collecting Pearls

    What will you do with your pearls?

  • One Thing

    One Thing

    In the 1991 movie City Slickers, three mid-life crisis guys in their thirties head west to participate in a two-week cattle drive. Their goal: reset their broken lives and accomplish something worthwhile for once.

  • Finding a Lump

    Finding a Lump

    If the funeral director gave you ten dots—just ten—to distribute on the timeline of your life—to demarcate the key moments of your existence—where would you place your dots?

  • Crossing the Centuries

    Crossing the Centuries

    One patient, World War II veteran Hobert F. Allen, brought blazing light into my deep darkness. Just days before he died, he gave me this 8.5 x 11 black-and-white photo.

3 responses to “All Posts”

  1. Karen @ SHC Avatar
    Karen @ SHC

    A huge LIKE for the format for your blog posts. Thumbnails are helpful reminders for the ones I want to reread. And there are many! Your writing about pearls sends my mind in all sorts of directions. The connections for me are numerous. Stewardship of my resources needs to be reviewed more and more as I age.
    Mostly, I lean towards serious for your future writing about pearls, but am intrigued by the ridiculous and the preposterous. You can make salient points no matter what route you take. Keep it up, please. Karen/SHC

    1. Troy Avatar
      Troy

      Thanks, Karen!
      Troy

  2. mom Avatar
    mom

    I ache for you, my son.

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