Winning the Game of Life
There was a poster demonstration for the summer students that stayed on campus to do research this summer. While attending the session two things became obvious. First, science has moved along so far,...
View ArticleLoneliness of Fall
This morning loneliness descended over my backyard. I share my morning coffee, when the sky is still dark blue, right before dawn, with the creatures of the woods. The bullfrogs croak, the birds join a...
View ArticleHappy New Year — September is the real beginning…
This is the first day of school and it is still my New Year. I have started a new cycle each September for as long as I can remember. New Year's eve may mark the actual change in the calendar, but...
View ArticleSpring Morning
I needed both of the quilts that my daughters made for me in order to sit out back on the deck this morning. It is too cold otherwise. Spring brings that calm after the storm and promises that summer...
View ArticleSpring a Reminder of Change
Today is the quintessential first day of spring. Not the calendar month or the day with the highest temperature, the first day of the season. It is no longer winter. There may yet be snow but the snow...
View ArticleEverything Changes — Chapter 1
The most discreet and defining change in my life was about to happen shortly. My mother was very socially conscious and living in a wartime home was simply not good enough. She wanted to be looked up...
View ArticleOak Street — Chapter 1
That was the day that I moved out of Oak Street, but I was there, off and on for six years. These years saw me through public school and into my first year of high school. By grade 10 I was too far...
View ArticlePerpetual Motion — Chapter 1
We did not stay in the apartment in the house for very long. Soon, a townhouse where my mother wanted to live became available and we moved into it. It was a clean, two bedroom unit that was small but...
View ArticleSteering
“At seventy miles an hour you don’t steer you just aim,” my father said to me, a really long time ago. I have to agree. Once you reach a certain speed you are no longer actually changing direction, it...
View ArticleOnly the Edges are Sharp — Chapter 1 (Beginning of Book)
I’m sitting at my new MacBook Pro looking out the bay window of my office, which faces exactly east. I can see into my front yard, which is in terrible need of water. It has been a gorgeous July if you...
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