Written by a well-traveled old man, who finally ran out of deadlines to meet and was officially advised to start writing everything down before it's gone. My stories are like bridges spanning the divide between the memories, dreams, and reflections and you the readers’ understanding. Some are fictional, some are factual, but all are from my heart.
About Houston - I Forgot Something
I was born on the east side of Houston, not far from the banks of Buffalo Bayou, and have spent a lot of my adult life elsewhere — across oceans, across languages, across seasons of ambition and retreat. I have worked, wandered, succeeded occasionally, failed instructively, and paid attention whenever I could afford it. The paying attention seems to have mattered most.
These pages are not travel writing in the usual sense. They are not advice. They are not nostalgia. They are simply observations gathered along the long way — stories of places, people, miscalculations, recoveries, and the quiet realizations that arrive long after the moment has passed.
I write now because time, like geography, has a horizon. And because stories untold have a way of evaporating.
If you’ve found your way here, pull up a chair. We may take the scenic route.
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J. Michael Boland
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