A vagabond life
I grew up in Germany...and Kansas. The army likes to keep people light on their feet - constantly moving. My folks also decided th...
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I grew up in Germany...and Kansas. The army likes to keep people light on their feet - constantly moving. My folks also decided th...
A year after an injury, I walked today. It was really less about fitness and more about exercise...in mindfulness. Saturday m...
Return. What does "return" mean to you? A change in direction? Celebration? Tears? This morning, I was reading in...
Lately, I've met each morning with a spinney head and wibbley wobbley walk to the loo. Today, I felt wickedly nauseous, too. It co...
Lately, I've been thinking about Dorian Gray, the main character in Oscar Wilde's only published novel, A Picture of Dorian Gray. He ...
Last fall, I stumbled across many things... including a photo of an Occupy Lawrence, Kansas, protestor who got it right: "I Can...
These days, I am wondering. Actually, any day I wonder. It began sometime after birth when I realized that those pink things that I kept s...
Some days the story of the whipporwhill and the super moon just don't make the cut. This is one of those days. I read an articl...
Have you ever seen the Cherry Blossoms in Washington D.C?. Beautiful. I caught a glimpse of them while visiting my brother in D.C. d...
Have you ever encountered someone who talks so much that you only get a few ums and errrrs into a conversation? That the most substantiativ...