Magicable

School starts tomorrow. And with it the hopes of a colossal do-over for kids everywhere. And their parents…and teachers. There is something magicable in fresh starts – especially when education, exploration, and learning are present. In our human minds where wishful thinking leads us down hidden paths and to fields of wonder, we need time and space … More Magicable

Finally rain.

We are at that time of year in bread-baking-oven Kansas when it is easy to wonder if the rain will ever come again. The dust kicks up Heat melts the pen and Burt’s Bees in the car console Windowbox blooms are crispy despite their daily drink It begins to feel a little like A Streetcar … More Finally rain.

50 years in the making

I wrote this on Fathers Day after waking up early-squirrely and lounging about in my pajamas while other folk celebrated their dads and husbands and favorite peeps. Much like “Winter is Coming!,” my 50th birthday looms meekly on the horizon; like Munro Leaf’s Ferdinand, the giant bull, who preferred reveling in the flowers and shade … More 50 years in the making

Metamorphosis

Lately, I’ve had that feeling…the sense something is coming – a change. Not a Kafka-esque shriveling into an Ungeziefer; more of an unwinding and turning toward something. This sense of an arriving horizon is vague and familiar; it has been spot on each time it’s moseyed up. This time, I will walk it out, pay attention, and … More Metamorphosis

Ridiculous wealth

The tiny house is quiet. It is Sunday morning and the pup-taunting bubbles have been put away, number one son is stretched out in the next room, number one daughter and her husband are nestled in my room. Even the big dog’s green ball rests beside my feet while she sleeps. I am filled to … More Ridiculous wealth