April 10,2026 The Internet can be the “back catalog” of our history. Let me explain. One of the cool things about our Internet-connected world is that it can change our perceptions and beliefs about the world around us. Not in a government-controlled, PR-massaged kind of way — that happens too much already — but in…
February 23, 2026 Winter in Michigan has a way of celebrating itself, especially when the Olympics are on and every other athlete seems to have trained within an hour of your house. But it wasn’t the medal count that stopped me in my tracks—it was a Starbucks ad. One musical choice, and suddenly I wasn’t…
January 18, 2026 After a quarter-century (!) we recently sold our home in Tulsa. In 2000, we had just returned to Tulsa from West Seattle, bringing a mess of plants and bulbs. Some things survived (rosemary, oriental “stargazer” lilies) and some things didn’t (chocolate cosmos). Other things we bought over the years (a 20-year-old Meyer…
May 27, 2025 In the positive serendipity that sometimes happens on the Internet, I recently ran across Bill Martiner’s Twilight Journal. I strongly recommend you find the time to visit and slowly, deliberately, read as he documents his journey with ALS. You may recall my own father had ALS and left us way too early,…
January 29, 2025 We have some dear friends in Tulsa who, over the years have lived in at least 8 houses. Maybe more — I might have lost a couple when we were out of town in the 90s. The average is probably around once every 5 years. They’re not house-flippers, just people who seem…
May 22, 2024 Over the weekend, after a LONG 5-year paper chase, my mom and I were finally confirmed as enrolled members of the Cherokee tribe and we each received our tribal citizenship cards — the Blue card. With my daughter’s high school graduation celebrations behind me, I took some time to reflect before sharing…
February 24, 2024 I admit it: I’m a former show choir kid. And Theatre kid. In school I put aside my drums and started singing. Less stuff to schlep around. Singing in church choir had led to singing in school, which led to singing and dancing in high-school musicals, which led to a position in…
Dispatches from the Front As we get comfortable with a pandemic becoming endemic, we might be starting to lose a bit of personal, anecdotal data on our own COVID outbreaks. So, in the interest of everyone being their own best advocate for their own health care, I thought I’d share my experience this week: Wednesday,…
April 21, 2022 “Scott Zarrow had a library.” So began Rabbi Marc Fitzerman’s eulogy of Scott Zarrow, a former client and philanthropist who became a friend, whom I think about often. Scott called me up one day after he finished an add-on to his house that was equal to or bigger than the original footprint…
Yesterday I attended a remembrance service for William Fosterr, whom I got to know and appreciate during my days as the sole IT contractor (2004 — 2011) for the Mental Health Association of Tulsa, now known statewide as MHAOK. I got to know William initially as one of the Front Desk people at their old…