•April 26, 2017 • Leave a Comment

It may be the first time, may be the only time, that I am going somewhere else without having, however accidentally, followed him there.

This time, I am leading.
Going ahead of him.
Going without him.

In the audience

•March 18, 2015 • Leave a Comment

It’s a small venue – a conference session or a corporate meeting, the audience close enough for him to engage with them a bit as he speaks. From my seat on the sidelines, separate from the main tables, I watch him deliver in his smart, engaging, funny way.  Continue reading ‘In the audience’

Just one time

•January 28, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Just in passing, I read something about self-care.

That you can’t give what you don’t have.

That you have to put your own oxygen mask on first.

And this makes me think of you.

That’s a common enough occurrence; thinking of you comes naturally. Today it’s this topic, but it could be any number of other things that bring you to mind at any time. Or nothing at all; you’re just there in my thoughts.

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•November 9, 2014 • 1 Comment

I don’t feel it, but I am, technically, hanging off the lower half of the planet. If not for gravity I, and the ship I am in, would fall off the world. Would, perhaps, be hurled off into space by the spinning of the earth under us.  Continue reading ‘Adrift’

A large and looming nothing

•June 23, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I haven’t seen him in forever, and I’m surprised to find he’s the guest lecturer at a session I’m attending.

It’s wonderful to see him, and afterward, we make plans to get together for dinner… Continue reading ‘A large and looming nothing’

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The fox at Philbrook

•June 9, 2014 • 1 Comment

It’s cold and drizzly outside as I step into the arch of the museum lobby. I’ve already spent a leisurely morning at another museum across town, but the Philbrook is supposed to be lovely, and since outdoor activities are presently limited by climate and wardrobe deficiencies, I make it my current priority.

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