Snowbrush

“Nothing lasts; therefore nothing means anything.” I found this sentiment in the blog of a sixteen year old. I couldn’t have written it when...

A letter by a follower from Slidell, Louisiana, reminded me of the following true story. In 1983, I got a pilot’s license and bought an airp...

I attended a Zen service Sunday. The temple is nearby, and I had long been curious about it though discouraged by the requirement that new p...

Nice things first so as to throw you off guard… 1) Instead of a few words, people often respond to my posts with a few paragraphs. I ADORE k...

Part 1 Pretend that I am right; that our every thought and action is determined by the unalterable laws of cause and effect; that we are lik...

Dogs. I’ve always had dogs. First, there was Mike who was old when I was born and wouldn’t allow anyone but family near me. I use to pee on ...

Some fascinating—no, unbelievable—geographic facts: The southern terminus of the Cascade Mountains is Hattiesburg, Mississippi. They exit th...

I passed my first ten years in an unpainted house (photo 1) on a gravel road (photo 2). It stood a few hundred yards from where Peggy and I ...

I didn’t have to think long about what to do next because I had accepted Thoreau’s teachings about simplicity and the Mother Earth News av...

I know what $100 will buy when I am in dire straits, but I have no idea of the worth of my friends, and to have them betray me makes those s...

When the pain started, I couldn’t sleep on my right side. After awhile, I couldn’t sleep on my left side either. Then, I couldn’t sleep on m...

I just got caught up on answering responses from past entries, so if you wrote to me and didn't hear back, or didn't find a response...

My 17-day career in the Air Force being over (see April 20), Peggy and I returned to Mississippi where I got a job as a fifth grade teacher ...