Mike didn’t tell me he was bringing Jeremy. He just showed up with him and I have to admit that put a damper on my mood. I like Mike’s son, Jeremy; he’s a good kid, 7 years old now. He’s fun, and he’s a conscientious listener. But I hadn’t expected him, that’s all, and now … Continue reading Commitment
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: who grew up this way; in summer they are golden-colored; he didn’t say anything, he just took her shoes; I like my body when it is with your body; simply enjoy; now she is in love; fuzzy coffee; you ate my joy; it will never work … Continue reading Regret at Midday
This is an updated reprint of a Thanksgiving post from a few years back. The theme is gratitude, and that never gets old. Do you remember that scene in Out of Africa when Meryl Streep, playing Karen Blixin (later known by her nom de plume Isak Dinesen) was hosting Robert Redford and Michael Kitchen on … Continue reading Making Up Stories: my spiritual practice
