There are few, if any, things as full of pure joy as the squeals of bubbly delight from a baby playing peek-a-boo. When my son was little, long before he could walk, this was an instant and endless source of entertainment, closing my hands over my face, opening them like doors, and saying, "peek-a-boo; I … Continue reading Look, now.
If your two parents hadn't bonded just when they did - possibly to the second, possibly to the nanosecond - you wouldn't be here. Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything, p. 397 Here's your thinky-thought for the day: Whether the product of careful, clinical implantation or a bit of energetic reverse cowgirl, each … Continue reading The glorious improbability of us.
Life, I think, is like a champagne cocktail: best enjoyed while still fizzy, sublime in its bitter sweetness. ****** In my next life, if my karmic inheritance takes me to the next level of transcendence, I will return as a Quaker, serenely imparting peace among people. If you're wondering why I don't just study up … Continue reading For the love of bitter humans.