the beauty of an ordinary life
Actually there are two things, from two different days, that I've promised you. Did you notice? The one thing, the longer thing (a sprawling, "needs some work and some editing" thing) is still in the incubator. And it's behind a few other things, so don't be expecting it tomorrow because it isn't coming your way … Continue reading Something about that thing from the other day.
(You'll think, possibly, that this, finally, is the thing. It is not. But it's post number 50 of 56. FIFTY! Cue Molly Shannon....) Maybe you do this, too: Sometimes, I get sucked into thinking that everyone knows what I know, that I don't know anything especially helpful or informative or different from what people, in … Continue reading Something about art.
(No, this isn't that post either. One day soon, just not today. This one's 49, for anyone who's counting. Obviously, I am counting....) It was a completely gorgeous day here on Saturday -- cool, clear, and breezy. A picture-perfect fall day. And at the farmers market were all the goods to prove that, once again, … Continue reading Something easy.
(No; this isn't the piece I was working on yesterday that I said would wait until today. I'm still working on it, and one day I'll share it with you. One day soon, but not today. Today, day 48 of this 56 day challenge, you'll have to make do with something else: a much-shorter, tighter … Continue reading Something about reinvention.
(Ten to go. I've made it this far; quitting is not an option.) Here's the deal: I've been working on a post, off an on today, and it's not finished, and I'm tired. So, I'll finish it tomorrow. Because sleep matters to me, and that's a firm boundary. But I'll offer a placeholder, something I've … Continue reading Something about boundaries.
If the first part of this story didn't happen exactly as described, then understand that it was close to this, and that the specifics don't matter. Plus, it will better preserve privacy that I don't recall some of the details, and since I don't have a way to ask permission to tell this tale, retelling … Continue reading Something about doing the work.
Well, no. Actually, it's about guns. Again. This time, today, in Collierville, Tennessee. It's the Guns. (Originally posted on August 4, 2019, after a mass shooting in El Paso, Texas. The version below has been lightly edited from the original.) Trying to make things make sense, to sort it out in my head, or at … Continue reading Something about Groundhog Day.
Many years ago I abandoned the Church of the New York Times in favor of the Church of Teaching Sunday School to 6-9 Year-Olds, where we discussed Why We are Here and What It’s All About, not because that was the curriculum but because those things were, and will always be, very much on the minds … Continue reading Something about the mystery of life and death.
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