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... Imaginatively, the scene captured what I believe most people long for at heart, a connection that allows them to be seen for the beauty of their soul, recognized and loved regardless of the outer shell.
"Most people have more than one soul mate. You may already be in several soul mate relationships with friends and loved ones. A soul mate can come in the form of a life partner, treasured friend, child, or lover. A soul mate can be someone with whom you share a spiritual path, a joint work in the world, or a commitment to be parents to certain souls. It can be someone whose growth you... (more)
The week that we moved to Stowe, Vermont, the featured crime in the “Police Blotter” of the Stowe Reporter had read: “Woman reports that someone entered her pasture and braided the manes and tails of all of her horses.” Ever since that first week, so very many years ago, it has been my dream to headline in the “Blotter”.
It is not difficult to find one’s way into the police blotter. In a town with two roads, fifteen policemen and over thirty bars, a significant percentage of the local population has appeared as recipients of DUIs. But it was not as a drunk that I hoped one day to... (more)
Every once in a while the clash between my wife Lorrie’s need for quiet and my need to be heard will rear its ugly head, causing her to flee the house for a period of time lasting anywhere from ten minutes to however long it takes to drive to the nearest movie theater, watch a movie, take herself out for a drink and a burger, and return to the nest. Last night she went to see “There Will Be Blood.”
“I’m home,” she gave the all-clear signal at about eleven. But as I have my pride; and as I was just then in the middle of a particularly gripping section of the page-turner I was reading... (more)
I love going to the bank in my town. The obvious reason is, it makes me happy to deposit money. But the behind the scenes reason is, the young women working there are very friendly and quite cute. After I leave, my day is just a little better.
I don’t keep secrets from my wife. Even if I tried, I’m terrible at deception. She thinks my bank forays are funny. She rolls her eyes when I say I’m going to do errands. She knows this includes a visit to my favorite brick and mortar institution. But she also knows I’m invisible to the young cuties. I know this too. No matter how cool I try to... (more)
...than anything, disappointing. I do believe these sites were launched for a purpose, they have thrived for another alltogether, and have become a part of our culture because just like so much in our society, we have found one another, this quest for love and companionship and even long-term relationships, disposable. However, that is not the impression made upon a lonely single who turns on the television and bears witness to the commercials geared towards other like-minded souls. EHarmony and Match.com have made a killing on the promise of finding one's true love, so as long as singles... (more)
Sharon pursed her lips and said, “My boss said he thought I was a trumpet.”Eleanor nodded sagely. “I think he meant strumpet.”Sharon pulled back from her cup. “What’s that then?”“It’s like a slapper,” then noticing Sharon’s fraught look, “only more classy.”Sharon’s lower lip drooped and she took another sip from her coffee. “I’m not a slapper. I’m a ..a .. flirt.”Eleanor smiled. “Oh no, Shaz, you’re much more than that. Even I can flirt occasionally, depending on the guy, but you go to places I’d fear to tread.”Sharon took time digesting this, along with the last of her dessert. Eventually... (more)
My wife and I have our own “bank” accounts. These are not the typical accounts that hold money, but they are vitally important to our grand partnership. We call them our "Division of Labor" accounts. These accounts don’t build slowly over time as one would think, but they rise and fall dramatically with each day. But let me not get ahead of myself. I need to go back in time and explain how our bank accounts came to be. Back to a time when the concept of "Division of Labor" didn’t even exist for us.
Infatuation. We meet at a party. We fall in love, kind of. One of us thinks the timing... (more)
I heard on the T.V. this morning that if Facebook were a country, it would be the sixth largest country in the world, a tidbit that sent me racing through cyberspace for data. Within milliseconds I found what I was looking for. Facebook, were it a country, would have a population somewhere between that 153,546,048 and 172,800,048, these two figures being the populations of Bangladesh and Pakistan, currently the seventh and sixth largest countries, respectively. I could flaunt my cheaply got knowledge by giving you the headcounts in China, India, the U.S., Indonesia, and Brazil; but to what... (more)
I let Emma, my dog, take me for a walk this morning. Well, actually, we started this morning and got back late this afternoon.
This doesn’t happen often, as it requires both that I be in a really good mood and have plenty of time on my hands. In fact, this was the first time that I’ve let Emma walk me in a couple of years.
When I walk Emma, there are rules: I choose our route and, while I do allow her to stop and sniff whatever treasures, visible and invisible, she may find along the way, I impose time limits, anywhere from five to ten seconds per sniffing episode.
My wife hates the telephone. She’s been known to dive under the couch when she hears the thing ring.
“Lorrie … hon, it’s your mother.”
“t’llr ll callrr back” – which is what ‘tell her I’ll call her back’ sounds like when spoken from under a couch.
I’ve never understood Lorrie’s aversion to the phone. She’ll gladly exchange hundreds of words at a time with people on-line. Says she likes the opportunity to reflect before she responds.
Me, I spend most of my days in solitary confinement, writing these stories. And after so many hours of measuring my each and every... (more)