Just Watch Me

“Never. Don’t do it,” my roommate Gilles said. “You’re not right for it.” Oh yeah? I thought.  You negative pompous man, you. Okay, he was right about one thing. Height was not one of my endowments. Like all of my family, I was born of short and stocky stature. Who cared? I wouldn’t let his quick judgment decide for me. You are wrong, Gilles. A week later, with his words still bugging me, I decided to show him. Well, not him personally, but myself. I was so excited because I had a job interview and needed the work; I was…

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Why Do I Write?

Why Do I Write? Let me see, I love yakking it up–or yukking it up, whichever tickles my toes at any moment. I love sharing a belly laugh with friends.  Sipping virtual coffee or tea and enjoying the musings of my tribe as we slowly start waking up–or at least showing signs of life from across the invisible divide. Why Do I Write? My mind is a sponge dedicated to the observance of all around me. When I go strolling in the woods, my ears are attuned to the sweet vision of bumble bees. My eyes meditate on the silence…

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