As a kid there almost always was a dessert after dinner – usually after lunch, as well. Frequently, Mom served chocolate pudding, the kind that was cooked and had a delicious, darker top layer you could peel off and eat.
Pop-Up Freedom
It’s been eight years since I taught students in my special education class. Eight years without students – until this week.
The two kids who came to my house this week were not really students. They were the grandchildren of a friend. And they did not come to learn academics, but to learn my skills at…
Infinite
I was in my pool this evening, on my back, kind of paddling with my arms. There it was. The first star I caught sight of.
TreePeople
Every once in a while my wife says, “Honey, why don’t you volunteer for something?” When I hear that I think, “Why would I want to volunteer for something when I am spending ALL of my “free time” working on my hobbies – and enjoying them?”
Victorian Box
It was going to be hot on Tuesday, so I decided that Mom and I ought to drive to the coast. I set my GPS to take us over the hill to the cool breezes of Santa Monica, and to the spot where my book, “The Trees of Santa Monica” said a special tree was located.
Random
Okay. I decided not to try to think of a topic to write about this week.
Harry’s Law
I just tuned in a few weeks ago to “Harry’s Law,” a TV show I hadn’t seen before.
Just Another Day
There aren’t many weeks when it’s difficult for me to think of one “big” passion to write about. Several events come to mind that appear to qualify as passions in their own rights.
Family and Wooden Trees
My passion this week comes from two trees – inanimate and animate.
Sorry, Dad
Last week I attended two funerals. They affected me. I have been thinking about the afterlife – just as I have been, “coincidentally,” reading at bedtime each night about the ancient Sumerians, Egyptians and their outlooks on death and beyond.