Building a platform
A gentle breeze rustled the pages of my legal pad while I took notes on the bistro table—outside so as …
A gentle breeze rustled the pages of my legal pad while I took notes on the bistro table—outside so as …
A heavy blanket of fatigue wrapped around me as I read into the evening. We’d spent the afternoon running errands, …
Snippet #1: Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling… At night, I draw the covers under my …
I pushed the front latch buttons with my thumbs, lifted the lid of the case with my middle fingers, and …
It’s a clear, warm morning, and I’m out pulling weeds as usual. This week’s note from Vanaprastha: another guest …