LIFE IS DIFFICULT. Scott M. Peck, The Road Less Traveled I’ve been spending time with my friend. We haven’t been doing much. I sit. She lies there sleeping. Or I hold a popsickle up to her lips and let the cool melted liquid quench her parched lips. She opens her eyes occasionally and occasionally I kiss her forehead. I… Read More
Bird Brain Power
It’s Wednesday morning and in the midst of my morning to do list, I have just stopped. Sat down. Coffee in hand I walk outside with my journal and pen determined to pick this moment of time right out of the air and keep it, captured for all eternity, by the powers of observation and the mighty sword of my… Read More
Stolen Moments.
It seems like a minute ago there were ice cycles glistening on the trees outside my kitchen windows, melting in tiny droplets from the bright sun. A promise of a spring hovering somewhere nearby. I must have blinked and missed it, because now outside that very same window the blistering sun is bearing down on a garden full of weeds… Read More