Speculate Contemplate Reflect Act Beware Beginners Lose Easily --May 2009
“Arf! Arf! Nnn . . . .nnn . . . ar-rooff!” A scratching came from outside the cave. Then a whimper, and finally, a yowl. “ AAAAArrrrrf!” “ Grrrrrrr . . . ahhh . . .yarrr . . . Huh! Who’s there?” I slowly opened one eye, then the other, and stretched my paws. What… Continue reading The Amazing Shrinking Puppy as told by Rufus P. Bear
Hands are interesting things. Some reach down, some reach up, Some reach out, some reach in, Hands can clap, snap, flap, wrap, and trap. We can also use them to rap, tap, and zap, Put on our caps, and write on maps. Or, have a mishap and break a strap. Hands are everywhere - on… Continue reading Hands
This lesson from the laundromat has several 'prongs'. For some the lesson might be in counting; for others the lesson is in accounting. My mother has been going to the laundromat for at least fifteen years and has developed a relationship with a particular row of machines. For instance, she adores machines 2 -5, but… Continue reading Lessons from the Laundromat: Counting vs. Accounting
Today Liberty cried. She cried for America; She mourned for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of teeming shores. Today Liberty cried. She cried for refugees, She grieved for the mothers of exiles, the homeless, tempest-tossed unfree. The imprisoned children at sterile borders. Today Liberty cried. She… Continue reading The Day Liberty Cried
Most people would not view being laid out on a gurney unit hooked up to an IV as an epiphanic moment, but that is exactly what happened during my recent visit to urgent care – the sudden realization that I have crossed the line into a new, retrospective stage of life. My epiphany began when… Continue reading Urgent Care!
I am my mother’s child; Filled with thoughts and dreams Of climbing trees, galloping horses, sailing ships; Adventures of the mind, expressions of my soul. I am my mother’s child; Filled with thoughts and dreams Of windswept beaches, castles, Places in my mind. I am my mother’s child; Dressed in pink; Told not to dream… Continue reading My Mother’s Child