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My Father

As I move through my life, I realize how very much my father meant to me. There was a long period, when he was still here on this Earth with us, that I ignored his value. I spoke few words, wrote few letters, and called few times. I wasted so many opportunities to be near…

My Napkin of Bits

Have you ever felt like there are so many things you need to do and they all pull on you in different directions? When I think about one task, another pops up in my mind. I feel like I can’t keep up. I’m on this obstacle course of decisions heading to a destination that I…

Meet Melvin Marvin

Let me introduce myself. My name is Melvin Marvin. I work as a personal muse and trustworthy companion for Marlyn Mohs. I take personal affront, I’ll have you know, that the word Muse is defined as ‘a woman, or a force personified as a woman, who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.’ That’s…

Innovators of the Future

Children today are tech-savvy. At face value, this may be a good thing. “Oh, my Johnny plays the most sophisticated games on the computer. He has 1,000 Facebook friends.” However, Johnny, although adept at downloading games and navigating Vine or Instagram, is nothing more than a ‘user’. He can use programs that have been designed…

Pretzels in a Paper Towel

I felt like having a snack and something profound occurred. I took a handful of pretzels of uniform size and length and tossed them into a half-sheet of paper towel. At this point the pretzels pretty much fell where ever they fit, a few even threatened to escape. This wasn’t the profound thing I mentioned…

The Phenomenon of Resonance

Today in my son’s science class the topic was weather. This sentence about the effect of an urban landscape on wind patterns struck me as quite beautiful. The sentence was, “The various broken streams (of wind interrupted by the tall buildings) can combine and reinforce each other to become faster than the original wind. The…

Who will pause for me?

Today has been hard. I want to explain why I choose to label today as hard, but it is far more complicated than that.  It hasn’t been hard for me, so much. But it has been hard for her. Some days she wakes with a semblance of energy and tends to her small chores. She feeds…

An Open Letter

I think the happiest moments of my life were when I held you in my womb. I felt magical and special. Things were tight. We didn’t even have our own space, our own home. Those external worries couldn’t touch me. I would lay with my hand caressing your temporary home and feel a deep peace.…