I pick up hitchhikers. I know, I know, it’s not safe. Believe me I’ve heard all about it. I’ve even had an experience or two that told me I wasn’t on the brightest side of things. But I have rules
Sometimes I want to dance around the room or sidewalk or store, but instead I hold back. I’m not a dancer. I’d like to be, but my age, lack of coordination, and anchor to reality prohibit me. Of course, I
It’s not that I try to fail. It’s that I choose to try. The phone slid back onto its cradle, and I wondered why in the world I kept screwing up. It’s the zillionth call I’ve taken where
Real living requires the element of risk. In real living, an authentic, original existence breathes the thin air of mountain tops and scuba tanks. It dives in. It soars. It jumps. It refuses to be the plastic, fake,
I keep waiting for things to get easy. I keep thinking that I’ll suddenly have confidence and clarity, but so far, I only have a few good days to hold up in triumph. Don’t get me wrong. I like the
