Your friend Absalom vows Haiku Friday! Feeling lazy, so do you. Did you manage to write your chapters? Yes. Good girl. Now you can go hike. Tromp up the mountain, tromp back down. Same mountain, same tromp. Never gets old. Stay back, rocks. Don’t roar down just as I’m climbing up. I don’t want to … Continue reading Andes Mint #20: Haiku Friday!
Walk slowly. All you can ever come to is yourself. (Middle Eastern proverb, at least according to the Reader’s Digest magazine you read it in, back when you were in middle school) Three decades after you both graduated from that high school in the foothills, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to … Continue reading Andes Mint #13: Walk slowly.
Some of the things it’s possible to do while walking the six-mile block you walk every day when you’re back in the land where you grew up: Look north to the foothills of the Adirondacks and think, as you always do, how cool it is that a fifteen-minute drive behind the wheel of a car … Continue reading 6 Mile
Last week you had a vivid dream in which the lyrics to a beautifully sad Willie Nelson song you’d never heard before went scrolling through your head. When you woke up you went to the computer and googled the first line: I have a thing for the things of this world, but no such Willie … Continue reading Things of this world
Unlike most friends, this friend has been part of your life for as long as you can remember. He figures in your earliest memories, and there hasn’t ever been a stretch of longer than half a year when you haven’t been in his presence. That hat and shirt in the photo to the right stand … Continue reading Portrait of a Friend, Volume IV
You must have known her from kindergarten on, although it was in middle school that you became close friends. She lived in a small bright green ranch house right across the street from the middle school, which was right next to the high school, which meant that all she had to do was walk out … Continue reading Portrait of a Friend, Vol. 2
Here’s a beautiful post: I was thinking about you. . . Continue reading "I Was Thinking About You"