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“We’re all just walking each other home.”

-Ram Daas

Welcome to Wit’s End & Back Again.

This is not a guidebook. It's more like a breadcrumb trail left by someone who got lost and stumbled upon a few things worth keeping on the way back. 

This blog is where I put the stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else- the grief, the humor, the absurd moments that are somehow all three at once. Observations and stories that made no sense until, suddenly, they did. The days I showed up anyway, not knowing what for. 

You won't find tidy solutions here. I'm not that kind of writer and this hasn't been that kind of life. What you will find is honesty, the occasional laugh at my own expense, and a stubborn belief that showing up- even wobbly, even late, even in the dark- counts for something. 

So if you’ve ever felt at your wit’s end, welcome. Stay and rest a bit- you’re halfway home.

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‍Trail Mix

‍Crunchy Insights from the Undergrowth

“I tried to at least find a direction in which to roam and even attempted to set a few goals for several years, but I didn’t understand that that was one of the major lessons the Universe was trying to teach me.”

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Ask Fudge

Guidance from a Being Who Chews On Your Dilemmas (and also the couch).

“How is a relatively undisciplined but-still-prime-specimen of canine excellence such as myself supposed to fulfill his Alpha Dog duties when he has the ambition of a geriatric housecat?”

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Joy Safari

Glimpses of Good

in the Wild

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍Poems, Prayers, and Portals

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Memoir

Dream a Little Dream of Me:

A Mother’s Journey Through Premonition, Reckoning, and Rebirth

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About the Guide

Buck Teeth, Bell Bottoms, & Boogie Woogie

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