Stupid. Even the sound of the word, calls it just as it is. Stu-pid. Of course, we all know it by its definition. Foolish. Ignorant. Thick. Vapid. There are so many synonyms for the word, you can pick any letter
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Wheezy and Awful? C’mon Doc. Dopey.
Sometimes we win. Sometimes we lose. Yesterday, I had my second Shingles shot. It is the new vaccination for Shingles that is supposed to be mostly fail proof. I hope. At any rate, these shots haven’t been the easiest for
The Coming Forth
It seems this time of year is pretty big for finding out what we will be doing in the year ahead. At least, that seems to be the trend in the news media. Lately, every other article talks about “What’s
Drawing on Ideas
I like to look at Leonardo’s notebooks. Leonardo da Vinci. And, of course, not his actual notebooks, but facsimiles. He was, to its truest, a Renaissance Man. As I see it, one of the most gifted people this planet has
Kid Wednesday, without any.
I don’t have any kids. Not really. My partner of 29 years has two boys. Grown, old, rusty boys by now. But she had them during her first marriage. So. No kids for me. I didn’t really plan it this
Peacefully. Kick your booty.
Every day, I try to discover a little bit of something. Anything really. I rarely “predesignate” that for which I am seeking. But I sure do try to find it. You know, the “ABCs” of pulling out Sword Excalibur. Or.
A New Year
The head.The heart.The soul. When all three are lined up, we can be sure, we are standing right where we need to be. Happy 2019. May all your beautiful being and awareness, feel exactly excellent.
This Rear-View Year
When a year comes to a close, people have a tendency to reflect. To clarify, I don’t mean that we stand in front of a mirror, and gape. And technically, in that case, the mirror reflects. No. The entire process
Guillemets, Apostrophes, and more.
Do you remember how Cracker Jacks used to come with the surprise in the bottom of the box? Well. It was much, much more than an “added bonus.” It was also an Insurance Policy for the Cracker Jack folks. I
He will rob you, Roy.
Up until this morning, I thought Rob Roy was a Cowboy. Some sort of hop-a-long, mosey-on-over, kind of guy. About 6’3” with a bright blue bandanna tied around his neck, legs as bowed as a wishbone, with boots that jingle-jangled-jingled,