Please Don’t Forget Me

I’m realizing it wasn’t fame and notoriety that I craved over the years, it was having influence. And as I age, I’m realizing influence comes in many forms. I’m still afraid of being forgotten. But I’m going to begin cutting back on work in small steps.

Please Don’t Forget Me2019-01-01T10:06:51-09:00

Home for Christmas—A Long, Hard Journey

Flying my 89-year-old father home to Alaska for Christmas, wasn't a safe thing to do, but it was a good thing. We made it home for Christmas.

Home for Christmas—A Long, Hard Journey2018-12-28T09:34:22-09:00