There are times in our life when we have to wait, whether we like it or not. We may be in a line, stuck in traffic, or on a school bench, waiting for a career. We may be at work, waiting for the day to end so we can return home. We may be … Continue reading When Waiting Becomes Breathing
Time take not my hand. Run not with me so. I want to grow old one day at a time, I want to stop and pant, not speed on. I'd rather stumble on the way on the treadmill of fate than run straight from 9 to 5 toward the finish line.
When I was a boy it snowed in December. Now it still snows sometimes, always after the holidays, when everyone has given up hope. It snowed today. It keeps on snowing: waves of whipped cream on the rooftops, marshmallow fluff everywhere else, snow hiding the shame of concrete, snow covering dust, covering dirt, snow on … Continue reading In Praise of Snow
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