Life Is Just A Bowl But Not Cherries, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:12am
I’m prone to unprovoked swells of joy. Have been all my life. Probably a side effect of a nervous system that makes me anxious, and
I’m prone to unprovoked swells of joy. Have been all my life. Probably a side effect of a nervous system that makes me anxious, and
I’ve recently watched a spate of television about corporate power. Having survived adventures in corporate life myself, it’s impossible not to deconstruct. There must be
This morning it’s been really noisy outside. My neighbor’s child is not practicing his trumpet, nor is my other neighbor holding business calls by his
Occasionally when you have nothing to add, you still have to write. On 9/11, 2001, I started to drive to work. Crossing over the freeway
The other day I had the most vivid and sudden image of aging. (It was the morning I came down with vertigo; I hypothesize a
Usually I leave flowers in my garden but this year I am cutting them and bringing them inside. I mean, not all the time, but
To all in the Asian community, I feel for your fear and sorrow and rage and I am thinking of you I have exhausted
Imagine I write this post with no trace of anger in my voice. It’s true. This year the American media covered Inaugural fashion in perhaps
I really meant to start 2021 with a light-hearted post about sofas, or decluttering, or sweatpants. We’re all frayed and we deserve some fun. I
Yesterday we woke up to something blowing through the branches of my young trees. Being well beyond judgment by that point, I could have sworn
Our air has cleared; our weather is beautiful. I deadheaded my roses a bit this morning, which I like to do intermittently in between writing
In retirement, I have changed my approach to accomplishment. I moved from a detailed to-do list, to simply trying to hit a few defined marks
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