Chocolate chip cookies. The sweetness of life, everyday comforts. When my son asks to make cookies, I rarely say no. We used to make the fancy fatty ones that are as big as a newborn baby’s head. Then we made the tablespoonful drops. Always, we’d freeze the rest, to pull out on some spontaneous cold… Continue reading How have we filled our days with things that make us feel empty?
Or, making do with what you’ve got. Yesterday it snowed. My son and I went out and played. Went for a walk, made a snow monster, threw snowballs. Savored snow. Slow-cooked stew with what we had on hand. Looked and looked for recipes that we had everything for. There was none. So I made do… Continue reading Can we find contentment?
Bill Gates stated that no one had answered the question satisfactorily. Either it’s my turn to try, or…Bill Gates needs a new reading list.
You will hate poetry if you don’t know how to read it. Or, at least, you will like fewer poems than you would if you knew how to read it. But you don’t have to love all poetry. I don’t. The key to poetry—reading or writing it—is to never force it. As I stated in… Continue reading How to read poetry when life gets in the way