About

Welcome! Terrific to have you along.

I’ve been caddying for about four and a half years for my now-9-year-old. This means I carry the clubs. Other roles I fill (besides the mule) are Sherpa, advisor, brain #2, eyes #3&4, cheerleader, scapegoat, and bodyguard for my player. When things are golden, I’m invisible, a Tonto, sometimes knowing more than my boss but still deferring and not arguing his ‘Lone’ status. This, on the golf course. Or wherever, really.

Despite the site title, I’m not the Buddha or a buddha. I’m a Buddhist not unlike Barney Fife is a cop. I do my best. I take myself too seriously too often. I fail often but hope to fail forward. Even with that, things break and spill. Yet, with luck, Mayberry is still intact and a bit wiser in the end.

I’m a voice/singing teacher and a freelance writer. I’ve been a musician, actor, writer, bartender, door-to-door fundraiser for an environmental group, storm window installer, natural medicine and supplement employee, schlepper at a garbage incinerator, and many other odd jobs, some odder. By elimination, I’ve never been a human cannonball, Navy seal, plastic spork salesman, astronaut, US president, Russian president, or medical doctor – though I’ve played one on TV (The Fugitive, CBS, Episode 22, seriously).

So here we are, a place where parenthood, golf, and spirituality converge. An intensely emotional intersection, with no lights or signs, resembling the Arc de Triomphe roundabout inundated by drunk Texans on mopeds. But it seems perfect, as my aim is to be your personal parenting crash test dummy.

Please subscribe and walk the fairways (…and rough, and woods…)!

Joe Morgan