Reflections on leaving academia, discovering exquisite mundanity in Greensboro, and rekindling a quiet, genuine love for writing.

To avoid the trap of infinite sitting and thinking, I'm adapting the flexible block schedule I used as a professor to bring a gentle, focus-driven rhythm to my early retirement days.

Even in a period of transition, we all need a touchstone. Lately, I'm finding mine in the dirt of our Greensboro bungalow, fumbling my way into a brand-new identity. For now.