Category: Love
A Valentine’s dialogue—Life is short, shelter relationship
Life is short, but how trite to say. What do you mean? I mean we say this but rarely think it through, which makes it trite. What would it mean to untrite it? W...
And today, on her birthday, it struck me, how, undeservedly and with a giant helping of dumb-luck, I had succeeded in finding the Deb of my dreams.
…which makes it sound that I had first narrowed the field down to “Debs”. But Deb understands that I fail at logic, and so say stuff for sound. Anyw...
Hunting chickadees
for Teryl (for recovery, for relief, for healing, for hope) It is morning, it is spring, it i...