My friend Mendi gave me a book by the Dalai Lama for my birthday. It has a color picture of him on the cover. The words are by him, all right. I started reading, I was sailing along at a nice clip. I got to some lines about family and friends and what they are good for, and did I tell you about the fistfight I got into last night? Yes, I did. I got into a fistfight. I was … [Read more...]
Magic – Amy Fusselman
My daughter likes to pick up scraps from the floor of the art room at her school. She brought home a brown puff ball she had tied to a leash of blue ribbon. “Look, I made this,” she announced, holding it up like a pocket watch she was using to hypnotize me. Since then I’ve found it wound around drawer pulls, binding the salt and pepper shakers, dangling from the … [Read more...]
