Fibonnaci Patterns. Intricate, everywhere. Beautiful to look at. Mathematical. Sequenced. Defined. How does something exist at so many levels, in so many places?
It’s Saturday, and we’re at the warehouse. We don’t own it anymore, but Steve works here, for the company who bought out our company a few years ago. Just think…
How is it that curiosity can be unappealing?
The veins in his hands are large, sinewy. They are always visible, present, strong. I trace the length of them when I hold his hand. I roll the veins gently…
My deepest lessons come to me through the words I send to my daughters. Some are written, some spoken. Words are a passion of mine, and when I give them,…
In spite of this cacophony of sight and sound, I began to feel a compelling tune. It was edging out to me from the tunnel under the expressway.
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