Judge My Cover

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” We’ve all heard this phrase before. It means that what you project on the outside doesn’t define who you are on the inside. Because the cover is the smallest part of who you are. I don’t believe in this phrase. When I browse for new books I look only at … Continue reading Judge My Cover

Always Plan A

This morning I got up with the squirrels and cheered on my favorite triathlon partner as she ran a race in Manhappiness. I sped by Starbucks to get caffeine and the Sunday edition of the New York Times (a favorite splurge) and motored out to the lake sans GPS. The sun rose to my right as … Continue reading Always Plan A

Lingua Wrecked

Lingua wrecked is sort of a “lingua franca” of those who wrestle in life; a connecting language that links your experience to my experience and to the life of that guy on the curb by the liquor store. If lingua franca is a “bridge language, a language systematically used to make communication possible between people not sharing a mother … Continue reading Lingua Wrecked

Rise

  I’ve been missing something…something visceral; something that I have always – under every circumstance – been able to count on and draw upon. I’ve looked in closets, books, song, people, silence, and in the battered book of faith that I’ve been known to toss at doors and walls. It wasn’t there. Searched photographs, memory, … Continue reading Rise