My mother is without a doubt one of the most dynamic and interesting persons I have known. She was acquainted with me before anyone else and had greater responsibility and influence over me in the earliest moments of my existence. The earliest moments I do not recall in ways we understand as conscious and communicable,Continue reading “REMEMBERING MOM”
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The Character of Things
I have always felt torn between the need for something exciting and dangerous, for a sense of greater purpose and momentous importance, and a desire for quiet and insignificance except what I make of events for myself. Walking alone some time in my own primordial past, the phrase “only myself to please” came on meContinue reading “The Character of Things”
I Dwell In Possibility 