Monthly Archives: November 2007

Today is a Joni Mitchell sort of morning. As I drove my daughter and her friend to school on this brisk, early-winter sort of day—her sweet Canadian voice flowed from the late sixties and early seventies through the stereo speakers … Continue reading →

I was interrupted this week by a thought that seems to encompass in its simplicity some of the mystery of life surrounding the passing of years and the very act of aging itself. There is first of all the temporal—the … Continue reading →

Today I am certainly glad that I am not what I think—if I were I would register a negative number on the “richter” scale of life. First there was “writer’s block” which describes a situation of not being able to … Continue reading →

In my last post I shared about the effect the first or second Whole Earth Catalog had on my life—how it pushed me out of  the ennui of life in a small town and into becoming a mature, hopeful individual … Continue reading →

How many of us live our lives never knowing what the purpose of them is supposed to be. When I was a kid life was simple: stay out trouble and out of my dad’s way—especially on weekends. As I grew … Continue reading →

Lately I have been thinking about the difference between what is good poetry and what is great poetry. In the process, I couldn’t help but think about our lives and how each of us measure how successful we have been … Continue reading →

I don’t know about you, but for me, the advent of fall always brings with it an air of introspection into my daily life. Not that I am not prone to looking at things in depth most of the time … Continue reading →