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The shade of paint in the front bedroom was nice, but there was something about it that never seemed to work. We’d moved a few things around as it went from my office to a guest bedroom and back again. I have very little closet space. My obsession with Kate Spade bags meant I didn’t…

This is just a shell of me, The mannequin I design To reflect the inner ego Of a self. You only see the fashion show; And, do not know the me that lies within. Your biased judgment is  Based on my artwork and Your concept of reality. And I – I never enter the picture.…

“Unimplemented change becomes regret,” the tweet from my friend Phill read. Just like that he gave me the word for today. The best sense of regret is expressed in Merriam-Webster is that it implies pain caused by deep disappointment, fruitless longing, or unavailing remorse. And it can go bad really quickly turning in to ruminative anguish.…

I literally forgot to eat lunch today. As in I didn’t even think about it. At about 5 o’clock I wondered why I was shaky. Did I have lunch? Um, no. I faithfully promised Keck I’d take a walk this morning while it was still cool. Then, got so distracted that I didn’t. I wasn’t…

Requiescat is Latin for a prayer said for the dead. It is usually said: Requiescat in pace. The phrase means rest in peace. We say it again and again. Rest in peace. When I was little, Memorial Day meant long trips to off-the-beaten-path cemeteries to place flowers on the graves of our family dead. We’d…

It’s time for a new bible. I don’t really want to buy one. Yet, the New English Translation that I love is about to wear out. I don’t have any more room to write in the white, blank pages at the front and back. The writings and the musings helped me pray for my nephew…

Merriam-Webster says that the word religion is from the “Middle English religioun, from Anglo-French religiun, Latin religion-, religiosupernatural constraint, sanction, religious practice, perhaps from religare to restrain, tie back.” Today, I finished reading the book, “Girl at the End of the World: My Escape from Fundamentalism in Search of Faith with a Future,” by Elizabeth Esther. I’m still sitting with…

Today in the sense that spring has sprung again. As I wrote this I was reminded of a little book I’ve had since college. The dog-eared pages are falling out and the encouragement it gave me still makes me smile. It was orignally published in 1939. My copy was republished in 1968. For some reason,…