Exploring My Mental Space

I have a lot of thoughts.

This will not surprise anyone who knows me.

Some are useful. Some are ridiculous.

Some start with a perfectly reasonable question and end three hours later with me knowing entirely too much about new oceans, dwarf planets, goat anatomy, the history of some random phrase, or a product that doesn't exist but absolutely should.

Some become letters to people I love.

Some are opinions nobody asked for.

And some are just debris floating around in my brain that need somewhere else to live.

So I made them a place.

My MoMoVerse.

So, what exactly is My MoMoVerse?

It started with my daughter, Morgan.

Morgan became MoMo.

Then came Mochi — our first bunny friend.

Then the Mos multiplied, just like bunnies do, when we added Mocha and Moxie.

It became a running theme — Mo Mo Mo.

And soon, Mo just became more.

More things I wanted to know. More things I wanted to try.

More ideas. More questions. More stories.

More places to go. More people to learn from. More things to laugh about.

More curiosity. More experiences. More of whatever makes life interesting.

And somewhere in there, my MoMoVerse just happened.

It became the general collection of thoughts, projects, people, animals, ideas, chaos, and assorted nonsense orbiting through my life.

Eventually, I realized all this randomness needed at least some organization. So I divided my little universe into nine orbits, each with its own collection of thoughts, interests, experiences, and whatever else happens to land there.

The individual stories? Those are my transmissions.

Apparently even my chaos needs a filing system.

What will you find here?

Honestly? Whatever I've been thinking about.

A lesson I've learned the hard way.

Something about work, parenting, people, or life in general.

A letter to my nephew.

A completely unnecessary deep dive into a question that occurred to me at 11:47 p.m.

Or an idea for something that really should exist, despite the apparent failure of the rest of humanity to recognize the need for it.

I make no promises about consistency of subject matter.

Actually, that's not true.

I can promise inconsistency.

What I can also promise is more.

More introspection. More to learn. More rabbit holes worth following. More stories worth keeping.

Not necessarily more answers.

I'm not sure I have those.

Why put it on the internet?

This is where I'm supposed to tell you that I've always dreamed of becoming a writer and sharing my wisdom with the world.

Nope.

I've just spent years talking or writing about random things and then letting them disappear.

I decided I didn't want them to disappear anymore.

I don't know exactly what this will become.

I kind of like that.

There can always be more.

Anyway, come on in.

Wander around.

Read something you didn't come here looking for.

Agree with me. Disagree with me. Learn something. Laugh at something. Decide I've completely lost my mind.

And if you get a little lost?

That's pretty much how I got here, too.

Welcome to my MoMoVerse.