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               “YOU ARE NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE!” my mind screams as I watch them together: my son and his music teacher, as they laugh with personality energies at music jokes I do not understand.                I am happy for his excitement and for him to have someone able to enrich both a talent and the enjoyment […]

               She is twelve years old, wears Under Armor shorts instead of Umbros—a difference of brands and icons across generation’s change.  Her brown hair holds hues of red that express daily ever more to her mother’s, and when weather and air are right, they wave naturally without effort, care, or work.                She is smart, […]

               “Are you happy?” my seven-year-old asks out of the blue, and it takes me by surprise.  We are playing basketball on a Little Tikes hoop at my grandfather’s home.  I feed him the ball to slam dunk, but a part of me is distant, and his question draws me back.                “What?” I ask, […]

               I went to the library yesterday.  I went looking for a book one of our friends told me of a while ago.  I found it and then another.                 It was a slow day, and I didn’t have any urgent place to be or thing to do.  So I walked the aisles.  I saw […]

               “Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.”—Albert Camus                I don’t believe in making, or pretending, life any harder than it is.  Are there hard times?  Of course, but they come and go just as the good; and life is the experience and shapes, in the end, toward where we give […]

         In beginning notice of another, what is real?  What is false?  What is true, and what is imagined?  How do you know?          In first drawing of attentions on focus to another, and one perceives—from them—equal energy returned, cis discernment true; or is believed appearance mere projection, construct, of one’s own quiet hope?          […]

               “Do what you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic in the heart of man, love.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables                Oh, but how world will try: to denounce the beautiful as ugly; to raise ugly as ideal; to call on suppression of spirit and obeisance to the mass; that beauty and love are decided, […]