I walk with hands out front. Like this. Open. They catch rain. And sunlight. At night, angels fill them with diamonds. So far I’ve been lucky; the birds have spared them. Can’t say the same for my head. Toward persons approaching, I switch and hold my hands out this way – hug-ready. For those few seconds this universe is as comfy as a baby in a new mama’s bosom. Ah! But all eyes do not the same thing see. Like this, some see a beggar coming. And this way, some see a threat. Oh, well! That’s life.
My dog is jealous of my cat. Very! Our corner shop has the solution, so off I went. Sit! I walked. Returning, clutched to my doggie’s bag along with a […]
Are you thinking what I’m thinking? I’ll have to have a satchel with a secret flap. And a glove. I’ll have to have a fiddle. Yes. And […]
The weather is quite peculiar of late. So am I, come to think of it. I have a peculiar relationship with time. We’re exploring each other. Nevertheless, a lovely […]
God does something crazy by allowing forty weeks to prepare for a child.
“Have you ever told a lie ’till it became your truth?” – “What would be the point?” – “Do you feel me?”
What is this thing that engenders such rage and as much joy as jealousy in queens and clowns?
Taking a meaningful stance against bullying, James Tate joins me on the journey, where we meet fascinating people with novel solutions to life’s tricky problems. He has awakened me to a few realties often taken for granted.
“Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.” Coach, parents and juniors on a trip the USTA Major Zone in Wichita Falls. Crew Commander Judah Epstein escorts the team through Mars Mission research prompting a recollection of Samuel Coleridge famous poem.