The Play’s the Thing (Even When You Lose the Queen)
On setbacks, endurance, and the next move we can still make Evan and I have played chess together since he…
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Author: Chris
The Stranger in the Parking Lot
A reflection on presence, perception, and the quiet work of noticing.
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The Tiny House and the Fog
The Fog I Built—and the Home That Cleared It The Illusion of Expertise Years ago, I was deep into a…
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A Farewell to Ladders: Much Ado About Fastening
What building a deck taught me about fluency, patience, and why it’s okay to stay in gear one—for a while.…
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Look Homeward, Saguaro
What does it mean to belong—to a place, to a rhythm, to a story that doesn’t begin and end with…
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Gone with the Wind (and the Dust)
The Weather Just Is It was another windy day in Picture Rocks. The kind where it feels like Zeus himself…
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Of Cholla and Men
When we first walked the land where Casa Saguaro now stands, I wore shorts. I hadn’t yet met the cholla.…
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A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Coffee Shop
Not Retired, a Snowbird, or Noisy (I Think) It started with a label. Or rather, three. We’ve been in Tucson…
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You Can’t Take It With You (At Least for Now)
At some point during our time here in Picture Rocks, I found myself standing in the fluorescent glow of the…
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When Things Fall Apart (and So Do We)
Burnout doesn’t usually arrive with fireworks.It comes quietly—like a late fee you forgot to pay or a cold creeping into…
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