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Tag Archives: Love
The Heart of the Matter —
Yes, corn is my first love. (And asparagus is my second, but that’s a springtime story —) In general, most members of the vegetable tribe have at least my strong affection. Here’s one of those vegetable loves that requires a … Continue reading
My Vegetable Love —
Summertime —slow, lazy, sultry — has laid its spell on me. No posting, no reading blogs, not doing much of anything except lolling about, reading, and day dreaming. And eating corn on the cob. In Andrew Marvell’s poem To His … Continue reading
Posted in Autumn, Etcetera, Food, Happiness, Personal Essay
Tagged Corn, Love, Seasons, Summer, Vegetables
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Me and My Mac: A Love Story
Just what happens at Grandma’s house — ask my grandkids!
Steve Jobs and the School Crossing Guard
Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love … Continue reading
Our First Language —
The Tao of Touch What magic does touch create that we crave it so. That babies do not thrive without it. That the nurse who cuts tough nails and sands calluses on the elderly tells me sometimes men weep as … Continue reading
Write On….
One must really be brave to choose love or writing as one’s guides, because they may lead one to the space in which the meaning of our life is hidden — and who can say that this space may not … Continue reading