September 26, 2016 § 4 Comments
Fueled by romance and hormones, but only a partially-formed understanding of the self you are offering each other, you walk off the cliff together with absolute faith in flight.
To give it much thought would mean you weren’t really in love.
The decision to commit is made mostly outside the realm of rational thought anyway. This is the body’s best shot at immortality, and so it looks for a partner with physical traits that predict healthy, attractive children.
The body is less concerned with character or smarts—and a body that has decided, it’s time, floods the brain with endorphins, ensuring that a willing blindness takes over.
No one has ever been as funny, attractive, attentive, sympathetic as this guy!
September 11, 2016 § 6 Comments
If, like me, you were lucky enough to be born in a middle class family, you were given many gifts. Bet you took them for granted.
That’s okay. As a kid it is not your job to question the way the world is, it just is. But even now those gifts may be unappreciated, and so taken for granted you figure they come with every childhood.
So, what did you and I get as some of the lucky kids?
We had a childhood.
We worried, sure, but our worries were kid-sized.
Learn to throw a ball?
Figure out long division?
Compared to wondering if the lights will be turned out or whether to eat ketchup, the only thing in the refrigerator, our worries were easy.
What else did we middle-class kids get?
Good grammar, books, travel, experiences.
August 26, 2016 § 2 Comments
They just happen to walk on all fours.
Dogs are confused by elsewhere—it brings out the dog in them.
They have not learned the “nos” of a new place and they are not great at extrapolating the “nos” of home to, say, a rental on Cape Cod.
Chewing not allowed at home could be all right in this new place.
Busting out the screen door between now and checkout?
Possibly okay. Worth a try.
Or several tries. « Read the rest of this entry »
July 25, 2016 § 2 Comments
In the latest revision the label “story” was added.
Yes, the brain has allocated territory to the human habit of storytelling and story-listening.
Why? Brain real estate is valuable.
How do stories justify themselves when it comes to the bottom line, survival?
Stories organize the random chaos that is life into something coherent, manageable, hopeful; something worth the effort.
How? Story snips the endlessly unspooling thread of life into something shorter: it begins here, it ends here. And in between a problem is raised—and solved!
July 18, 2016 § 4 Comments
Or even to be old.
But I accept that there is a certain fairness to both these outcomes.
I have had a wealth of days, and far more than my share of kindness and lucky breaks.
As a kid I had the luxury of believing all families were loving and durable and did their darndest to protect, teach, and give a child an advantageous start. « Read the rest of this entry »
June 13, 2016 § 4 Comments
Any place we claim as home has, and has not.
The place I claim has squirrels, armadillos, and raccoons, but no giraffes, onagers, or kangaroos.
Trees are a different story.
Our live oaks are burly with spreading limbs. Fingertip to fingertip it takes several of us to hug the tree in my father’s back yard. The oaks are the landscape–every place does something bigger and better than the average. We do trees.
You won’t hear us brag about our climate, which is ninety percent heat, ninety percent humidity. It may not add up but its true. Both settle in for months, refusing to budge. Just when our brains reach a slow simmer, abuzz with heat-induced confusion, a cool breeze blows through, and it is winter.