To my left an open field beckoned. I could hear Julie Andrews singing.

Twenty minutes later she shut up.

Good thing the piano  bench had casters. When May’s riff rips, Freddy jumps up and strides rhythmically to the mike.

That’s the story everyday in so many aspects of my life. Find the ‘How’. 

They’re chasing me. I hear the dogs. There is garbled German, but I can understand.

The thing about resolutions is the interpretation of them. When I say follow the path of a good soul, what could that mean?

How do you know what’s left unless you use it all?

Do you look at your writing before releasing it to the world?

Oops! I was in a hurry. I was multi-tasking. I didn’t mean to take them.

I don’t know if this phenomenon is exclusive to parents or not, but every time I open a CD/DVD case, the disc inside does not match the cover.

Could they have landed this far away? 

Go on ahead, then. I don’t care if you beat me there. No frogs today.

There’s something special about paddling alone. Riding solo down the current, picking and choosing, finding the A’s and V’s, witnessing wildlife unawares. There’s an element of danger, electric licks, a charge heightening your senses. With no one to back you up in case of some RRS, the experience throws you into an otherworldly responsiveness. I may be promoting ignorance as well as bliss here.

Do we make rules only to see them broken?

Do we say things only to wish they were unspoken?

Just  came from the library, where I stopped to pick up something on hold. In the background I could hear Judith singing something over toward the children’s area. Whoosh! I went back 15 years.

It’s a repetitive assumption. People with their faces down in technology. We assume they are cocooned in a bubble of self-interest. We assume they aren’t listening? What if they were, even just one of them? So much to hear. So much blather. So many stories.

In a blizzard you see nothing because it is so full of something. On a blank page it is a vocabularic void, an abyss between ideas and execution. Clink, clink, clink, clink…up we go. Even a screaming roller-coaster needs a lift at the beginning.

This website took ten years to create. Not actually ten years of work, but ten years to make a decision. The decision was to start the first five minutes of effort toward it.