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Thriving in Retirement

Thriving in Retirement

I live in a house nestled in suburbia. I have no children, my parents have passed, my marriage of three years is ending in divorce, I go rucking and lift weights, I eat like my ancestors, my income is fixed, and I want to succeed at retirement. No matter how the...
My Outpost in Suburbia

My Outpost in Suburbia

The neighbor lady one house over from me, described our neighborhood as an oasis. Her depiction of our street, monikered as Place and dead-ending at my domicile, conflicts with the rants I’ve penned to describe my perspective of holing up in the middle of suburbia,...
Three Activities

Three Activities

Reading, rucking, and observing fuel my mind for writing. I read broadly yet unearth deposits that demand excavations in depth to satiate my curiosity. Rucking through nature exercises my body, mind, and spirit, strengthening me to overcome obstacles that interfere...
Going Native in Suburbia

Going Native in Suburbia

The frequency of my rumination of living as a nomad has increased. I’m scratching an itch that doesn’t appear to be resolving; it may require the healing properties of the nomadic lifestyle. The suburban jungle in which I live is choking me with its toxicity of noise,...