Breadcrumbs
Pontificating breakfast
Dead Ducks
I was a little boy when my dad brought home the ducklings—five little yellow fur balls. They were wonderful. Sweetness incarnate.
Right Turn, Snowman
Stopping at guilt and innocence
12/28/24 response
Thoughts on thoughts from KDH
I Am the Listener
A poem to wind down your day
The power of listening cannot be overstated. Listen twice, speak once...
Ah, Sleep
A journey to Nod
The Boy The Mole The Fox and The Horse
A heartwarming film based on a terrific book.
Ceci n'est pas une pipe: The Treachery of Images
This is not about President Trump.
Sunrise Love
Mornings at the beach are simply unparalleled.
Weird Lost Conversations
the littlest moments define who we really are
“I don’t know where the cat is,” he said.