Getting over my resistance to love has been a process of fits of starts. I hated the idea of love for a long time. What made it worse, I didn’t want to get over my cynicism. But nearly 14 years into our marriage, every Valentine’s Day, Sheri and I always remind each other of a phrase we came up with early in
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Sometimes, you won’t have a lot of time. The words will just have to show up ready, preformed. Packaged. That’s how it is in life. It doesn’t always send you what would thrill you. I’ve had it happen enough times now though–you don’t always realize what’s going to make you happiest. And it isn’t only writing that’s like that. Charlotte
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amusement – an activity that is diverting and holds the attention; a-muse, lit. “without thought.” I used to know how to have fun even if no one else around me did. I’m not sure when exactly it happened, but I’ve grown up. It became obvious recently and scared me. We went to a movie Friday night and it felt like I
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This morning, I headed down to the pond and caught a frog. I'd never have seen her if she hadn't leaped from the wooden bridge. But when she landed amongst the rocks and ferns, I trapped her with the girls' butterfly net. She was big and made no sound, so I assumed her female, an orangey-brown wood frog with a
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