left click
most times we left-click it's routine, part of a process: editing, deleting, completing a form, maneuvering around the internet. but every so often we pause before we click, take a deep breath, check with ourself to make sure we're sure . . . and only then do we click...
a garden within a garden
although pleased by beauty and grace, I am delighted by the unexpected, by that which surprises and beguiles. that which catches me off guard, or might poke fun at my expectations. it is the balance between the two that I find exquisitely satisfying, as when I...
rain chain
while driving an unfamiliar road last spring, I passed a house, well-kept and orderly, covered in neat gray siding, that was anchored by two slender rain chains, one on either side of house's facade. ah, a rain chain. I had first seen one perhaps two decades earlier,...
those of like mind
"did you see last night's moon?" he asked. this was enough. it reignited the waning friendship; it lit the wedge-shaped segment of my heart that belonged to him, and to all those who speak of their enamoredness with la luna. at the beginning of this year, I listed...
before, after
I don't remember learning to ride a bicycle. Not who taught me, how long I used training wheels, the color of my bike, nor how many times I fell before I caught on. Before my body discovered the sweet balance spot, to use momentum to my benefit, to assess, as I...
the emperor’s new clothes
a while back, my publisher mentioned that I never hold back my criticism of well-established authors. I blanched a bit, then acknowledged the veracity of that statement. in my defense, however, I stated "it's only when I feel something they've put out there doesn't...
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