The long way home starts now.
Back in the Bayou City
I’m home and enjoying being home. It’s a good feeling.
Forward to the past
Crossing the International Date Line offers an opportunity for time travel without a DeLorean.
My place isn’t my place
I had this idea that being back in my favorite place on the planet would, somehow, fix me. It didn’t and it can’t, because I’m not actually broken.
Yellow clay bus
The Aussie equivalent of Flat Stanley turns out to be a yellow clay bus offering yet another reminder from the Universe about letting go.
On top of the world, Down Under
I’m heading to Brisbane, Australia to present some of my doctoral research at a behavioral economics conference. Take that, Jerk Brain!
You are now free to move about your life
Although I’m far better at giving advice than I am at taking it, I’ve found one of the best sources of wisdom in my life to be commercial aviation. Ding!