A week after I was born a small work party built a 20-foot by 30-foot cottage halfway along the eastern shore of Cayuga Lake, the longest of the chain of lakes known […]
Pruning Roses
As I continued my thinking, I came to realize I too often cling to things that are seemingly healthy out of fear or indecision, rather than make the cut and allow new growth to start. Thus, I am today less than I could be, and in one sense may forever be less than I might have been.
Glass Bottles
…I painted a picture as I wrote of a bottle collection…really a bookcase full of bottles. Each bottle was an event or a behavior that shaped me, or affected a period of my life, and by bottling the topic I was defining it, containing it, learning from it, and placing it aside so I could move forward.
At the End of the Dock 
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