I have come to understand the need for fiction writing in a whole new way.
When I began blogging over a year ago, my goal was to share slices of life and observations from my own experiences. In essence, to share truth as it presented itself. I fully anticipated that at some point I'd run up against one specific problem with that plan: I am intricately connected to others. When I reveal bits of my journey, very often I'm also exposing the struggles of those whose lives touch mine. In doing so, it's easy to invade others' rights to privacy.
This is one of the reasons I decided to take a break last fall, the need for integrity above all else. The daily dramas I was entering into were not mine to share ... even if they captured many a valuable life lesson.
Now, don't get me wrong! I'm still awash in tales of my own foibles! In the coming days I'll fill you in on my recent lapse in mindfulness and the broken ankle that resulted. But just for today I wanted to acknowledge -- perhaps even celebrate -- the reality of human inter-connectedness and the bonds of trust that need to be protected ... even if a great story is buried in the process!
Some day I will delve into fiction to tell those truths that would somehow be lost in a "tell-all" accounting. The truths that would somehow be rendered sordid or exploitive if I spared no detail. But today's not that day ... and this site is not the right forum.
But, be forewarned! For Enroute 365 to continue as a "life travelogue," I may deliver fewer stories and more brief insights, especially during those times when my days intertwine deeply with those of a family member or friend. It's a conscious decision to take the high road ... on this site and in my life.






Have you ever found yourself trying to take more than one path at a time?
Does life unfold for those who are open to embrace what it has to offer?
Contemplations on aging.




For the better part of two weeks, I've been telling stories of family growth through the generations. Coverage on this topic would not be complete without a foray into the latest generation of my own family, so I asked my eldest nephew Jesse if I could speak with him as a representative of this generation and share some of his music with you (click links below to hear music clips.)
Penny has ample reason to dread family get-togethers, and -- with a holiday creeping closer – her fears again rise to the surface. Seated with me, Penny hikes her trouser legs up, exposing her milky calves; I have never seen a whiter woman. “These legs haven't seen the sun in years,” Penny laughs. But she wonders what extra dots of color she'll see in the coming weeks. "By next week these will be covered in shades of purple and blue, in assorted sizes of toe tips," she assures me.

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