Here I Go Again

Much as I love that Whitesnake song that's not what this is about. Title just felt apt. Longer than usual.

Mid-November 2023 I published an essay about a 2024 Big Year. I’ve been keeping count, seeing birds.

In that essay I also said I wanted to write less often about the traumatic brain injury I sustained. They’re not nothing, TBIs. The one I got had a habit of showing up when I wrote here—about the ostensibly normal, about survival. I’ve achieved “less oft…