Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
Writing Prompt: "Do you spend more time thinking about the past or the future? Why?" Truth be told, I tend to shy away from the future. I'm uncomfortable with unknowns, and the future is nothing-but. Oh sure, I always seem to have A Plan---but I've also come to realize how seldom my "Plan" is what … Continue reading If the Present is a Gift, so is the Past
When our parents used to tuck us into bed at night, Mother usually sang something---they had a broad repertoire of folk songs---and Daddy was our stories guy. He had an ongoing saga about a pair of mischievous alligators, "the Lucys," who followed us on all our travels, getting into trouble as they tried to keep … Continue reading The Daddy-Daughter Downpour
I just spent the bulk of a rainy weekend scanning a load of personal photographs---several boxes-full, stuffed to bursting with the life-in-photos of an utter shutterbug. I actually have stiff muscles---not from heavy lifting, obviously, but from repetitive motions and sitting in the same position for hours on end. I bought the scanner several years … Continue reading Scanned-alous
GoodReads tells me I'm "behind" by 9 books. It's measuring against the pace I have to average, in order to meet my reading goal of 310 books this year. I've spent the year playing leapfrog with that number---sometimes I'm a number of books ahead-of-pace, obviously sometimes the opposite. But we're coming up on that time … Continue reading A Ramble, and An Ode to my Frameo
I've been trying, here, to dig down and write some things that are real (even if they don't frame me in the best light), and what's on my mind today is vanity. My own vanities are a weird mix---things I literally don't even bother to look at, and things I obsess about as if they … Continue reading Vanity Fair (or Unfair)
Baby green sea turtles hatch on the beaches of Baja California on the Sea of Cortez, hump their way toward the water, and vanish in the surf. They vanish for five years, before they return to those beaches to lay their own eggs. In his achingly lyrical Telling Our Way to the Sea, Aaron Hirsch … Continue reading The Turtle-Shell Autobiography
Kana's Chronicles 