About

Hello.  I am Ted. I live in Eagle River Alaska with wonder woman (my wife) and the 2 (3-1) horseman (my sons – Paul and Noah).  I have crossed the half-century mark and have the grey hair to prove it. Still hair at least.

I started this blog to provide a place to capture and – for anyone inclined – to share my thoughts and ponderings as I walk life’s journey. I like to write with passion and honesty. Some ponderings will be humorous, some will be serious, while some will undoubtedly make no sense at all.

Life is a struggle. It is a desperate pursuit. My soul tends to churn deeply in the midst of the pursuit. At times I must simply write – in the midst of the mess.

You are welcome to join me as I run the race in desperate pursuit (of a life lived well to the end?).

Ted

My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer. Psalm 45 (NIV)

Blog ProLog Update (10/14/18): I began this blog in May of 2012. Since then, I’ve gone through several cycles of silent down time since then – sometimes for more than a year. Sometimes my pen flows and often it does not.  I guess I grow weary of talking about my own stuff.

Regardless, I am not the same person who wrote the original blog postings.  On October 17, 2014 everything changed when my middle son Micah died at age 19. He took his own life. I posted quite a bit immediately following his absence. My postings at that time were part of my grieving / healing and I think offered some blessing to others.  But after a year or so – I went quiet again. It’s been several years now since my last posting.

As I write this prolog update, I am approaching the end of my 58th year and I think perhaps my pen is yearning to write a bit more.

I am now (again) a different person from when I blogged through the initial sorrow and pain of losing Micah.  The becoming continues. Key changes now include significant dynamic adjustments in my beliefs (spiritual, social, political, etc).  At my core, I shirk the myth of certainty.

…and so my pen proceeds to tell another story.