When Something Beautiful Dies When we let something beautiful die the world is less beautiful place. We tend to a prize rose bush and we water it every day and we prune it when it needs pruning. We feed it and we tend to it and we enjoy its perfect fragrant blooms. Every day we look at it… Read More »
My Shadows I think everyone has shadows in their past. Some dark corners that don’t look very pretty when the light of day shines upon them. Maybe I just think everyone has shadows in their pasts because I have so many. Or maybe others have too many too. Or maybe very few really do, but it is comforting… Read More »
Take Your Breath Away “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away.” I have been thinking about that particular aphorism lately. I wonder if our lives really are measured by the number of breaths we take or even by the number of moments that… Read More »
There’s No Money In Heaven “A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove. But the world may be a better place, because I was important in the life of a child.” (changed from the original quotation from “Within… Read More »
You Better Smile One day this week, while browsing a real newspaper – and I really love the smell and feel of real newspapers – I came across and article that made me think. It was about several school systems who were starting programs to put cameras on school principals so as to improve the interaction between students… Read More »
Summer in the City The thready fingers of heat are already rising from the city’s concrete soul. Another vapid, sullen, pedestrian summer morning awakens. Dawn brings with it, dreary, dull, oppressive heat; just another smothering, infant, summer day. It is already too hot to move and too muggy to breathe. I look at the tired trees through a dirty, streaked… Read More »