The Reynolds Pamphlet

So last week, the work peeps discovered this blog.  (That has been public for four years.  That has been linked on my public Instagram profile for over a year.  But I digress.)  They treated it as news:  "Have you read this?!"  "DAMN!"   And as the wildfire spread, the messages started pouring in from people … Continue reading The Reynolds Pamphlet


I’m commencing to think…..

It's a phrase-ism my mother-in-law uses.  "I'm commencing to think that __________________( fill in the blank here). "  But today, I did a thing,  a little behavioral habit of mine that I know usually leaves me kind of icky-feeling, but that's never stopped me before. Back in the day, when Luke was still a thing, and I … Continue reading I’m commencing to think…..

Who are you, really?

Some kind of little kindling in my head caught fire the other day, and I realized...recovery is not about learning and applying psychological lessons to my current life.  Not at all.  Recovery in mental health, like with obesity, has to be about lifestyle change. It's insufficient to change habits, though, even thought habits.  What you … Continue reading Who are you, really?

Flashes of Insight, Part 1

I caught myself singing the other day.   Not in the shower, or in the car, or in any of the  places where there's music playing and you're expected to be singing.  There was no background music at all, in fact.  Just me, getting up from my desk and singing in my head and switchin' my … Continue reading Flashes of Insight, Part 1


I was talking to Courtney today, I said something deeeeep, man.  I said, "the person I am in my head is a much better human than the one I am in real life." I spent most of the day letting that sink in a little bit. Let it roll around in my head, bounce off the … Continue reading Breakthrough

On Hubris

I've posted before on how I learned to make sense of the world; rejecting the deity-oriented worldview was necessary to account for examples of injustice and human suffering that are the rule on Earth, rather than the exception.  Cheaters win here.  (A lot.)  Good guys go unrewarded.  Children starve, are gassed, sold into 'marriage,' and … Continue reading On Hubris

Cleaning House

I am out.  Finally, finally. After two years of depression, and a year in recovery, here's what I have learned, in no particular order. Everybody has stuff.  Humans struggle.  It ain't easy here on earth,  even in the US.  Money, fidelity, food security, acceptance, discrimination, disease, death...  The breadth of human suffering astounds. YOU GOTTA BE … Continue reading Cleaning House

Just out of reach

So as the train of my midlife crisis barrels along, it is turning out to be a source of frustration that I just can't quite put my finger on...something. I know what went wrong in the retarded stupid mal-aligned brain of mine,  and I am doing a swimmingly good job of preventing it from happening again … Continue reading Just out of reach

But for the grace of…an empty bank account

So.  Charlie Sheen.  Holy cow. And my first instinct is to say, "That asshole,"  and "He deserves it."  Because, really, he's an asshole.  And the reason he divulged everything to NBC is that it was getting too expensive to keep paying to keep people quiet.  And I am beginning to wonder if there might not … Continue reading But for the grace of…an empty bank account

ACT part 2

So part of digging out of this hole is knowing where you want to be at the end of the day.  Right?  Something sucks, you become aware of it with your wise mind, disengage the judging, reactionary mind, and let it float away, all the while going about your business without letting it be an anchor … Continue reading ACT part 2