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This is Between Business Cards
I’m navigating life—one foot stuck in the mud, the other trying to pull free. Like you, I’ve held a lot of roles: sibling, employee, spouse, healthy person and one facing illness. Some of those titles even made it onto my business cards. But life has a way of editing our identities—whether we’re ready or not. Over time, my roles changed. I was divorced. My parents passed. I experienced painful estrangements and major illness. And through it all—showing up, struggling, transitioning—I found unexpected lifelines: family, friends, books, projects and small, quiet gestures that kept me afloat. This isn’t a self-help blog. It’s more of a help-yourself-while-I-stumble-through blog. It’s about the collective…
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Johnny Ringo’s Last Ride
Rusted barbed wire sagged between crooked weathered posts. Dust clouds spewed from our back tires like a roiling prairie storm, covering the mesquite-lined ditch banks and blanketing the tufts of buffelgrass. Richard and I were exploring the Wild West. Horses now replaced with horsepower. Old wagon trails covered by cracking asphalt. Wide expanses of high desert as far as the eye could see. And no signs of the living. We hadn’t seen a vehicle for at least ten miles. We had detoured onto a four-mile dirt road as we traveled through southern Arizona on our way to Silver City, New Mexico. In search of Johnny Ringo’s gravesite. As we bounced…
