Once upon a time there were books. Stories printed on white sheets of paper, all bound together between two hardcovers. Sometimes there were pictures to help illustrate these stories. These books were like specials friends who took me to wondrous places, introduced me to amazing characters, and fed my imagination. When I was young, I … Continue reading Reading chair
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Big bad George
As much as I complain about my menfolk's tendancies toward packrattery, I have to confess that I am reluctant to part with possessions too. Tucked away in a secret place in my bedroom closet, I keep my childhood comfort toy. This is George. George has been with me since I was about five. He was … Continue reading Big bad George
Creature comfort
I'm a bit of a loner. I have a few close friends I enjoy spending time with, but being by myself is not something I avoid. I like being able to make plans without stressing about someone else's preferences. Having my own schedule, or not having one at all, makes being spontaneous much easier. That's … Continue reading Creature comfort
Best pun ever!
Growing up, my mother was a master punster. Her word-play calisthenics, to an adolescent, were real groaners. As I get older, my genetic predisposition for puns has begun showing more and more, but mom's true scion is my daughter. At the ripe old age of six, she quipped the best pun I've ever heard. We … Continue reading Best pun ever!
All I really need to know I learned at Jin Jins
I love me a good quote. I have several that have special significance for me. One, a stunner from Friedrich Nietzsche, follows me wherever I go... literally, and has an Irish accent. "What does not kill me makes me stronger." While I identify with being a Christian, I would more accurately say it's with ambivalent … Continue reading All I really need to know I learned at Jin Jins
A part of the whole
Throughout our unfathomable universe, there is no up, no down... there just Is. The curve of the earth, a slice of green among the cold, lifeless rocks circling the same sun, knows no orienting aspect. Held to the surface by the sheer force of gravity, spinning 1,000 miles per hour, we stand perpendicular to our … Continue reading A part of the whole
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