Today, the feast of St. Stephen. Boxing Day. In the USA, another day. It’s still quieter though – that’s something. Today I had a moment where I realized a deep feeling of sadness and kindness towards America – the one I glimpsed in moments, the faces who stared back at me. Perhaps it is the … Continue reading Look After Each Other
It's been a month since I posted anything, I haven’t been writing for anyone for the past several weeks. My keyboard and my sense of what was appropriate to express broke at the same moment the world did. I’m slowly clambering up the muddy bank, although I really dislike the new keyboard with its bizarre … Continue reading Late Update
Labor Day. Another American holiday. There are flags. I know what I’m supposed to do. Go to the beach. Barbeque hamburgers. Listen to music and drink beer. It doesn’t sound so bad, really. I went to the market. Usually I try not to go to stores on Labor Day. Because. You know. It’s supposed to … Continue reading Labor in Vain is a Road
A Tale of Two Burgers A short retelling of the ancient legend of burger 1 and burger 2. Once upon a time, there was a small child who had been brought up to eat and drink, while checking carefully for any possible poisons that might have slipped in. This was fairly normal, or so the … Continue reading A Tale of Two Burgers
Seeds. Sunday morning. Sanding down the edges until we fit. There should be a lot to say. The sun peeped out, peering through the clouds. Birds are chattering – I think it is because I see the squirrel is acrobatically dangling from the tree branch and blocking all other access to bird seed. It’s a … Continue reading Seeds
I slipped on black ice over two weeks ago now. It’s been alternately frightening and boring. It’s frustrating when you can’t move around. Something to remember when you see someone limping, or not fully abled. Nothing broken as it turns out, but while I am beginning to walk again, it’s clear it will be a … Continue reading Listening for the Silence
I have always loved railway stations. Trains. Even when I was scared as a child, scared of the large locomotives that loomed up over the platform, with only tiny metal steps to climb up to a puffing and heaving thing, threatening to leave at any moment, it was a fear mixed with excitement. An anxiety … Continue reading True Projection
I just saw a short piece on TikTok – well, they are all short, right. That’s the idea. Minimal interaction and commitment. On to the next person trying to create a brand. But I digress. A piece by a funny person who jokes – but aren’t all jokes serious? I think Freud said that but … Continue reading Lollipops and Brutal Honesty
The difference between wanting to go and having to leave. Many conflicting undercurrents at this anxious, dangerous time. Is it too much to say that watching the events of the world, we can’t help but think about our own lives, and wonder where the meaning is? What do we do with our time? The necessary … Continue reading Wanting to go is not having to leave
Grow where you are planted
