Posted on July 18, 2002 in Peace
This has never been one of my favorite subjects.
Posted on July 17, 2002 in Neighborhood
Australian aborigines soak the features of the earth they walk upon in their mythology. Even rough badlands — dried splashes of mud — receive histories from the old men who remember the wisdom of the tribe.
Posted on July 17, 2002 in Depression
Drugs aren’t the answer to the depression. They are the floor that you put down so that you won’t be getting sucked up in the mud while you address the life issues that are getting you down.
Posted on July 16, 2002 in Neighborhood
I sigh and think of the gold fish that could be there instead of the stink of anti-bacterial paranoia.
Posted on July 15, 2002 in Adolescence Ancestors
My grandmother was a talented artist with the needle and thread. She knew how to create eye-deceiving dappling that made her works seem alive.
Posted on July 15, 2002 in Plants Reflections
I look outside at the sharp sandstone ridges and half domes and I feel like them — half-clothed with “soft chaparral” like buckwheat that cracks when you pick a piece and explodes when you set a spark to it.
Posted on July 15, 2002 in Crosstalk Depression
I remember one morning when I sat up in my bed and woke up my wife. “Lynn,” I said to the Empress. “I’m sick.”
Posted on July 15, 2002 in Myths & Mysticism Scoundrels
Nicolas III…does not inspire [supporters of his canonization] to tell the truth, which is one of the highest forms of Good. This should be reason enough to reject for all time any claims on his sainthood.
Posted on July 14, 2002 in Zoos
Rowan was certain that there was a “mama” in every cage, that there were no polygamists among the beasts, and that all the baby animals had young sisters and brothers.
Posted on July 14, 2002 in Appearance Reflections
You’ll just have to look!