Licking An Envelope

When things get too easy, then even the easy things get difficult. * * * It’s that time again, time to pay bills. No need to look at the calendar, just at the height of the stack of bills accumulated on the corner of my desk.  When it’s six inches high, it’s time to pay …

Atavism…Alive and Well

“The fruit falls not far from the tree.”  That’s atavism. * * * Atavism…I loved the word when I first met it. It explains the inexplicable in people’s brains before their mouths speak. Several years ago I bought a DNA testing kit. Who’s not curious about their lineage and the atavisms that linger there? Here’s …

Out of Place

Everything has its own special place…or does it? Depends on perspective. This is a picture of a common weed. It’s defined as a weed because Webster says it’s a plant that grows where it shouldn’t. Tell that to the plant. It will dispute it to your face. It’s actually a dandelion growing up from a …

Grits

    We either like ‘em or not. No middle ground for discussion. * * *      Grits, a staple of the South. Stone ground corn, boiled, buttered, red-eye gravy and cheese. If served with biscuits the size of baseballs and country ham, it’s as close to nirvana as you can get. What? It turns …

Unity

“Now, I heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord…” Lyrics, Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen (Beautiful song. Your iPhone muse will play it for you.) * * *       Unity…makes me dizzy just thinking about such an illusionary and fleeting concept. The nation of red/blue is going berserk trying to …

Our Little Corner

My grandfather was a farmer. “Son, don’t let your head grow higher than a corn stalk.” He knew the difference between hubris and humility.  * * * For a few weeks in the winter before the sun swings westerly in its axis, it plays magic tricks on a certain ornate porcelain vase on the sideboard. …

Secrets

Be circumspect when sharing your secrets. The Devil is listening. * * * Secrets are everywhere. We find them wrapped up like riddles inside of boxes of enigma. We disguise them, bury them, revisit the scenes, exhume the bones. They lie there in state, hidden from prying eyes and itching ears. We’re in love with …

The Interval Between

“A mightier hope abolishes despair.”   Emerson The queue is long and crowded beneath the red glow of the exit sign. The door to the other side is locked. Auld Lang Syne is seen tuning up the band and chilling the champagne. Everyone wants out of the year 2020. Nobody’s looking back for good reason, reminiscent …