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Growing up in suburban NewOrleans in the 60s we always subscribed to the two local papers then, The Times-Picayune, the morning and Sunday paper, and the afternoon States-Item. Yes, there actuall...


…Recalling idealized memories from past happy times is associated with feelings of warmth, yearning, longing, desire, and wistful affection… [But] a common view is that nostalgia keeps people stu...


I think it’s the moral equivalent of a war crime… The consequences of what they’ve done are just almost unimaginable Al Gore UK climate scientist Bill McGuire finally tells the full truth that ...


The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. Henry Miller If we could see the miracle o...


I can still recall, with the help of my journal, an experience from about 15 years ago at work which set off a cascade of memories about my school days. I was at a local middle school, at a resc...


It’s probably been more than ten years now since I’ve driven to a place way out in the country to do some walking and take pictures of an abandoned house, surrounded by old oak trees and set ap...


It’s been over a month now since we finalized the sale of Mom’s house, our “family homestead” for the past 25 years. I was there frequently, living there for 10 years while I was taking care of m...


I’m in a no-man’s land state of mind tonight. A bit numb. Peaceful, but sort of lost and indifferent to everything just now. It’s 3:30 am. I’m thinking about a lot of things. For instance, the...


I’ll never forget my third grade teacher. There are some teachers you remember all your life. She was one of them, a caring and patient woman who took a real interest in me and expected much from...


There are fields of dreams and also “neighborhoods of dreams,” places real and remembered where the golden age of childhood plays out in endless summers. And after that the passages of life for ...


Some people like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path. –  Jean Anouilh To find new things, take the path you took yesterday. – John Burroughs The winding path approaches the...


I was recently confronted with a most fascinating term that set off all kinds of thinking in various directions, leading me down a few interpretive and explanatory byways, or “Rabbit Holes,” non...


I came across this interesting passage recently, and had to save it it because I knew immediately I wanted to write about the flood of thoughts it produced: While straightening up a few bottles a...


The other day while waiting at a traffic light at one of our city’s busiest intersections, I watched one of those huge United or Allied Van Lines trucks cross in front of me from the opposite dir...


The time and place was early Spring of 1985. I will never forget the details of my discovery of a seminal book in my spiritual development, Cosmic Consciousness: A Study in the Evolution of the ...


I have always loved rivers — the way they flow so silently to the sea. Or in the mountains, when they rush downstream over rocks and boulders, all energy and exuberance. I have photographed many ...


Every time I’ve tried to go to my nearby Dollar Tree the past week or so, it had closed early due to lack of staff. I was getting frustrated because, as I’ve noted before, this unique chain of ...


There have been recent stirrings at the entrance to the fairy and gnome house at the base of an old camphor tree I often walk past, quite deliberately, in fact. The tree, and many others like it...


There is a pleasure in the thought that the particular tone of my mind at this moment may be new in the universe; that the emotion of this hour may be peculiar and unexampled in the whole eternit...


During a recent visit to the state park near me, at the peak of Spring and walking among the most beautiful old live oak trees, shading and towering above paths lined with pink and white azaleas ...


At a nearby Nature preserve, it can definitely get a bit close to Nature at times. There are alligators in the ponds along the path I was walking a couple of days ago. Normally I don’t see them...


Of all the sounds that stir deep and immediate memories of my summer vacations in the Sixties and later, the timeless and distinctive sound of the the boat-tailed grackle. Here’s why. This parti...


(Part of a continuing series. See my recent PB entries for introductory background information.) Holding on to way too much “stuff” from my past, both recent and now-distant, has been a painful ...


Lots of swirling emotions and fighting off feeling depressed by all the bad news in the world.  The Texas shooting has preoccupied me as I try futilely to understand how such a monstrous event ca...


It’s been three months since I moved from Mom’s house downtown where I lived, and both worked full time and was caregiver for her during her last years as she suffered the effects of dementia, ol...


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