Category Reflections

Doodling as Brain Booster

I deserve an apology from my high school teachers who confiscated my etchings, mazes and caricatures during class. Unfortunately, the latter were good enough it was clear who my model had been. And so, let me just say right now,…

Where the Sidewalk Ends

[You may have seen this post on Substack. Explanation at the end.] I thought of this 150 yr old farmhouse and the land around it as my story for life. Then life says maybe not. That was Fragments One. I…

An Object at Rest

? On the very positive side of “why this writing space gets no love” of late, as I wrote recently on Substack, the coming of spring and summer has been liberating! The landscape beyond beckons me through the sliding doors,…

In or Out of The Game after 70?

I was watching The Crown yesterday while eating my usual and customary lunch apple. A line from the script grabbed my attention. It was spoken by the frail and apparently dying sister of Admiral Mountbatten as she languished in her…

You Don’t Bring Me Flowers

You Don’t Bring Me Flowers Anymore June 11, 2002 It was just a couple of days before my much-anticipated travels Out West to see our daughter. I was in the bedroom fretting over the details of the trip. Ann called…

On Short Shelf Life

Had coffee with a friend recently–a few years my senior–who showed me a picture on his phone. I recognized it as a raven. He said it was a tattoo. His own. He described the recent decision and related experience in…

BlueBird Breakfast

I posted this morning over at Substack where the friction is less than here in WordPress. You can go there and read my musings about diets and digestion, with more to come about bugs for breakfast in your own bowl…

The Everyday Brain

Some people think human brains are just an intermediate step in the evolution of consciousness on Earth

The three pounds of pink pudding we carry in our cranium has to be the most researched and debated organ in the (known) universe. If you follow the visible tip of the iceberg (the part I post somewhere public) you…

Where Am I?

Belcher Mountain on a perfect afternoon in May

If you don’t know where it is you want to go, you’re not going to know when you get there. After so many years when this website was either neglected by the writer, ignored by readers or sabotaged by hackers…

Fragments Rises Again. Kinda

The blog was on the ropes. Then it was down for the count. The referee intended to stop the fight, the victim too far injured to rise again. But wait! Fragments has struggled to her feet, bloodied, staggering, but headed…

Fragments Side-Car: SubStack Now Live!

I’m trying to reduce the friction for peripheral writing while attempting to focus on the main train–the completion of additions and editing for Book #3, now in active revision towards publication–in a year, maybe. So if you subscribe to Fragments…

On Seeing Things

When is the last time you stretched out on your back under a sky full of clouds? Your mind literally cannot help but make sense of the seemingly random balloonings or smears or pulled threads of clouds. It is what…