I've been asked what's this blog, OnMyMindbyKP, about? The answer is like the pitch for the TV show, Seinfeld, it's about nothing,...

So I'm out of roadmaps. For life. For my life. I followed the school, career, marriage, raise kids roadmaps for years but I've reached...

Unlike my maternal great-grandmother, who died during the 1918 Spanish Flu pandemic while giving birth to her son, who died then too, I...

I haven't written in a while because I've been waiting for inspiration. I'm done. It may never come. So now what? Not write? Not try?...

We’re all going to die of something, but nobody has to die of covid. Because of human ingenuity, because of the covid vaccines. The...

There’s a reason ants carry things in teams, it's lighter that way. It's one of my expressions that I’ve said over the years, as a...

Just because a person is successful, that is financially successful, does not mean they were privileged. Privilege can have the negative...

You’re talking about one subject and suddenly you find you’re on an entirely different subject altogether. Maybe it’s more serious,...

My husband, Jim, and his fellow psychiatry resident, Sokhom, were both at Site 2, the Cambodian refugee camp on the Thai/Cambodian...

Get in a serious relationship, maybe move in together, maybe marry, your lives change some but not a seismic shift. That comes when you...

If you’re able to save any money for investing, congratulations, that’s the hard part. Before you can invest, you have to save.

We lean towards simplicity over stuff. It's about enjoying what you have and having time to spend on things you want, not on stuff you don't

The common thread is the role swimming plays in our lives, a sport where everyone is accepted and can just be themselves.

The locker room is the liveliest part of swimming laps. That's where the stories come out...

I swim so I can eat more chocolate.

The key to financial independence is not what you make, it's what you spend.

Dad lived till he died.

It ain’t fair and it ain’t for long.

We moved to Wilmington Because Briggs Flew Over It

I told the man that I had come from Chicago from the funeral of my husband’s 28-year cousin who was killed in a Marine helicopter crash.