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Oasis Under Siege

Oasis Under Siege

Suburbia, Oregon, May 7, 2019, 9:13 AM. The neighbor lady refers to our neighborhood as an oasis, amid the cacophony and activity that permeates our suburb. I hear passenger jets roar, canines barking, screeching tires, slamming car doors and trunks, screaming youth,...
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,...
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,...