Tales From Shangri-La

The below is a poem recently handed to my father by his godmother, the 90 year old Irma Faye Polk of Iowa. Her mother, Mamie Hatten, copied ...

It is another summer in Texas. The world is now pounded out and skinnied to inches and feet and thin miles of brown grass and dirt and strea...

Discipline is having the strength to do a good work in spite of a negative emotion. Perfectionism is idolatry of a plan (even a good one)....

Today I woke up very early in the still-dark morning and had one of those episodes of free floating anxiety . That's what my succinct co...

It seems to me that babies are sprouting forth in other families all around me, so here I sit thinking about babies and pregnancy of all thi...

Saturday Ruminations I write this on an old spiral after a day at dog obedience school, clearing out branches and logs from the storm, and...

An Experiment Degustatory Ogden Nash A gourmet challenged me to eat A tiny bit of rattlesnake meat, Remarking, "Don't look so horro...