A love story, of trust earned and joy restored.
Month: January 2011
the madmen among us
Nothing can be believed that is not believed by everyone. Everything is offensive that is offensive to anyone. It explains the madmen among us. And the mindless sheep.
please excuse me while I vent
We have our oil changed and our tires rotated. We listen to Car Talk on public radio. The mechanics like to tell us how well cared for our car is. I think about how well cared for our mechanics are.
of grief and grace
In the meantime there is grief. Awkward conversations. Unplanned silences. Unanswered questions.
okra for lunch
We are never more at home than when we enjoy the culinary comforts of our childhood. These memories are rich and rewarding, evoked by tastes and smells more primal than our more educated or experienced palate can ever discover.
the daysman 