Thinking today about what it means to be a kid. I remember being a kid and what it meant to grow up. Bare feet, neighbor kids, attentive parents. We had friends our age and created these elaborate scenarios inside of which we played: War, school, Partridge Family … we made up plays and sold admission to… Continue reading Memory Monday
Sometimes the answer is in the shadow.
It’s that time of year. The season of decline I call it. The color has drained from the leaves and the sky has been rinsed. Everything is dying. All of the vibrance of summer and fall reduced to a whimper. This has been a long two weeks. Nothing about my routine is the same. I… Continue reading The Season of Decline
Another challenging morning but things finally settled down this afteroon. I have been sitting here in dim light enjoying over an hour of doing absolutely nothing meaningful. I tried getting back to a letter I have begun four times, but even that feels like work. I stared long and hard at that laundry basket full… Continue reading In For a Dime In For a Dollar
This picture ? It’s my life. It may look like a stack of scrap paper but in reality it is a week’s worth of ideas. They come at me sometimes like a rain squall. Other times like a glance. Sometimes I’m driving, or in the tub or almost asleep. But they always come, ready or… Continue reading A Most Beautiful Chaos