Suprise Me

"Uh, John," I asked, "have you ever driven in snow?" "No," he replied. "Is that a problem?" Read More

Does time just really stop, or is our definition of time just really wrong? Read More

My parents had very different attitudes towards gratitude; at least that was my perception as I grew up, after we moved from Detroit to the suburbs in 1963 and my mother’s mental health issues surfaced. She was a “glass half empty” sort of person. Nothing ever pleased her or made her happy. Despite all sorts… Read More

I recognize that all bannings are not the handiwork of the ignoramus class. Read More

In my early twenties I had absolutely no interest in babies. I didn’t find them cute, or interesting, or cuddly. When friends or classmates were showing off their babies, I would of course say Oh your baby is so adorable, but I actually thought they were ugly and noisy and smelly. I certainly didn’t want… Read More

Fears, Phobias & FOMO Fears? Hmmm. Phobias? Double Hmmm. I’ve scanned through the decades of my life and come up short.  Discrete memories of discomfort are vivid, but they remain in their specific time and space, like my discomfort riding at over night camp.  To be sure I have dislikes, like severe turbulence, but fortunately… Read More

If only the fiftieth anniversary remembrances could restore the initial perceptions that the first ventures into space evoked. Read More

I am not exactly sure when I knew I would in fact live forever. Oh, not in the same body of course. “Reincarnation” I thought to myself, “yeah that’s the ticket.” As for this body I feel like I have a responsibility to keep it in reasonably good shape and healthy and so I behave… Read More

Pocahontas. I was born on the outskirts of London in 1947. I can’t claim to be a cockney as to claim that accolade, I would have to have been born within the sound of Bow Bells. I was born in North Woolwich, which is around eight miles from Bow bells. According to tradition to be… Read More

A Crack in Everything  “Ring the bells that still can ring / Forget your perfect offering / There is a crack in everything / That’s how the light gets in.” I love the lyric but it took me awhile to get the songwriter’s message. I thought when I got married my life would be perfectly… Read More