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The unending majesty of clouds in Daydreaming on the Porch
Clouds are the ever-shifting architecture of the sky, a cathedral of vapor that reconfigures itself moment by moment. They float and billow with a majesty that belies their impermanence, summoni...
I didn’t get my first computer, an Apple Performa, until 1996. I’ll never forget that night. It was a cool spring evening in March. I nervously marched into Office Depot to select and purchase...
The farthest places in Daydreaming on the Porch
In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness. Sarah Orne Jewett Until we learn the lessons inherent in unp...
Solitude versus loneliness in Daydreaming on the Porch
What is solitude but the intentional keeping of one’s own Company. It is not loneliness, which is the temporary lack of comfort and solace apart from others. It is more akin to aloneness, that m...
Clouds are the ever-shifting architecture of the sky, a cathedral of vapor that reconfigures itself moment by moment. They float and billow with a majesty that belies their impermanence, summoni...
I can see him now, sitting in that easy chair in the book-lined room, facing the camera with that wise and all-encompassing intimacy with literature, culture and journalism that had been his hal...
It’s been 5 1/2 years since my mother passed away at end of January 2020 at age 96. She suffered from diabetes and the grievous effects of slowly advancing vascular dementia for the last 15 yea...
When I was 32 even reaching 64 seemed impossibly far off in Daydreaming on the Porch
When I get older, losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine, Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I’d been out til quarter to three Would you lock the door?...
I had no close friends my age when I was in high school, but I hung around with some of my brother’s friends, two years younger than me, who lived in the area. By association, we became friends....
A Winter’s Day in Daydreaming on the Porch
A winter’s day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock I am an island I’ve built walls ...
The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the birds for mirth, One is nearer God’s heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth. Dorothy Frances Gurney The above quote appears at the entr...
For some reason I have always had a fascination with, and sense of childlike wonder about, small town and city main streets, especially if they were called that. I had a more active imagination...
How much is too much? in Daydreaming on the Porch
The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach. Lin Yutang, Chinese writer, 1895-1976 … The world is too much ...
What I think we should nurture in students is greater awareness of the fact that writing can be not only a shaper of the inner reality of their thoughts, but a shaper of their knowledge of the w...
I recently read an article by the esteemed Southern writer, Tom Poland, about a place that has captured my imagination and photographic spirit of discovery since I first saw it in 1974 — the gh...
I’ve really been missing New Orleans lately. That old city of my birth, where I lived for the first 21 years of my life, is full of he most fascinating architecture, unique neighborhoods, fine ...
The question is not what you look at, but what you see. From the Journal of Henry David Thoreau Here is something I wrote recently, and I think it perfectly applies to my Nature and landscap...
Where loneliness can lead in Daydreaming on the Porch
At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one’s lost self.” — Brendan Francis The human condition is defined by the tension between our need to be...
I often write about the past because all my past experiences have resulted in the person I am today, considerably wiser than when I was young because of that very past some say I dwell in too mu...
People often say there’s no way they’d want to be 25, or 30 or 35. Youth seems to end about 35 and middle age takes over. But are they being honest? My 20s were the best years of my life. Wh...
Although I have long heard of her and she’s a pop culture icon, I never watched Judge Judy on TV because of both unknowing indifference and the fact that it came on during the day. But truth be...
A grandson is someone I will never know, in this life anyway. But when I saw this video clip, I was overcome with as much emotion as I am capable of these days. https://youtube.com/shorts/je...
Years ago in 1977, I lived in a small college town near a large city, but not too close. It felt like it was out a ways from everything. If it hadn’t been a college town, I would have thought I ...
I often think about how technology has affected my life in the past three decades since I first went online with the World Wide Web at the library on a fateful day in late 1995. What do we do d...
What is “retirement?” Part 2 in Daydreaming on the Porch
Part 1 is here: https://www.prosebox.net/entry/2196351 When I look back on the diary entries which have told little bits of my life story spanning many years, I realize that I am now whole, eve...
