“Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.” Austin O’Malley Early this morning I awake to a murder of crows hiding out in my magnolia tree probably trying to verify if the heady conspiracy of an extra garbage day is true or not. I listen to their crazy banter as […]


I am settling into retirement as if a bull in the chute before a rodeo. All I can say is someone was a little overzealous with the flank strap.  All I do is run in circles creating dust, bucking the system, and getting nowhere.  Oh, and my cowboy, has been avidly vocalizing his displeasure with […]

“Memory is the place where our vanished days secretly gather,” writes John O’Donohue in his novel Beauty. I love this image of a place where my past surreptitiously gathers under a personal hashtag dynamically informing my evolving identity. It’s like hosting a well-balanced Facebook page where both the good and bad are accurately recorded. I […]

“Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words,” claims Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. I was having coffee with my son one morning and I asked him about memorable teaching moments from high school. I was prepping for […]