I am in here.
Right now, I’m sitting at the coffee-house half a block away from where my son first lost faith in me as Omniscient Parent. We were sitting in the old green Jeep, on our way to somewhere, waiting at the traffic light, when he asked me a question about chemistry for his science class — he … Continue reading memory street
The leaves outside are golden and green and orange and bronze, and now I realize that there are a couple of generations that are coming after me that do not at all associate the scent of burning leaves with autumn. I’m definitely for cleaner air, but I still believe that something good has been lost … Continue reading leaf
The best coffee house in the entire world, Lookout Joe’s, now has wireless internet access! They’ll never get rid of me now… P.S.: The green couch up against the wall is MINE!
A child said, What is the grass? by Walt Whitman A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of … Continue reading A child said, What is the grass?
white pebble 