The empty nest
This couch feels vast tonight. Alone, I cannot fill it. I sit, laptop on well, my lap. How many times did I sit on this generous couch, a tweed the color of coffee with cream, [...]
This couch feels vast tonight. Alone, I cannot fill it. I sit, laptop on well, my lap. How many times did I sit on this generous couch, a tweed the color of coffee with cream, [...]
Day 2 (Last week, I wrote about cairns, the small piles of rock used to mark hiking trails. The cairns provided a metaphor for spiritual truth, and also gave me a clear picture of some [...]
I'm writing this at about 4 a.m. For some reason (that 3 p.m. Frappacino, maybe) I can't sleep. In a hour or two, Lawrice will be getting on a plane to L.A. to go to [...]