Hugh's Blog

Our half-acre lot is a rectangle, with our house running perpendicular to the wide side, with a quarter of the lot being front yard, and the rest being back yard.

It’s hard to talk about mental illness with any certainty – all one can really do is talk bout your own mental illness.

Last year I took a couple of non-fiction writing classes from Janisse Ray, which I highly recommend doing.

When I was a small boy, my dad drove a red Ford pick-up truck, a ragged out work truck we had bought from his employer when they decided to upgrade.

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equation…

I’ve been struggling with low-level depression for most of this year.

I have always liked Victor Havel’s declaration that hope is an orientation of the spirit.

But I am not.

I am not a vain man, at least when it comes to clothes.

In August of 2010, I spent a week at a silent retreat at Mepkin Abbey, a Trappist Monastery in South Carolina.

As many of you know, I have written a weekly newsletter since the spring of 2015.

There are people out there who like my writing.

As a self-employed solo operator, one of the best things I do is keep a daily log.

This whole essay is beautiful, but I love the concept of borrowing free energy.