04 May Remember Popich
Years ago I had a beautiful little dog named Popich. I miss him. Almost every day. Last week I watched a little puppy run into the street and nearly get run over. I ran into the street and held him. Sobbing and...
Communication
18 Apr Chicago a go go
Red eye. Red eyes. No sleep. Bleary. A full day with no breaks. Not one. Pooped. I'm facing a hard week, don't want to be there, want to be home.  Whining about it to myself. I'm waiting for the...
08 Apr Manhattan(2), a shin and a racing chair
Rushing. To Utah. Tired. A little slow from an evening liver symposium. Forgot my phone, my right shoe and left my coffee cup on the top of my car. Off a little. Spinning on some unusual behavior of mine the day...
07 Apr It’s a crying game
Tears have happened a lot around me of late. Not sure what is up. I've been a walking snot bubble increasing the stock price of Kleenex I'm sure. In class rooms, I'm watching people talk about what they really care about, and tear up....
29 Mar 3 pennies and a wish
I have a funky house. It is a tri-level built over 5 decades by humans who did not understand what a straight line is. We sit perched on top of a mountain with mountains behind us. We love it although we...