Regret is a disconcerting emotion, isn’t it? I am beginning to succeed at my usual failings. I’ve found partners to pick up my slack. I’m sharing where I usually hunker…
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.
There is no shame in feeling joy. It is not an expression of a heart that is superficial, prejudiced or simple. It is not an indication that you are incapable…
Please wait. Work in progress. Thoughts ordering. Mind wandering. Attitude waffling. Energy waning. Creativity bouncing off of walls. The desire to write currently outweighs the information to present. No, I’m…
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