It’s never too late.

That’s not entirely true. Sometimes, it is too late. That’s why now is generally better. I’m almost never pleased post-procrastination. I’m regretful of late. I want more from my life and my reality. I suspect I’m not alone. I feel old and spent and used and tired. Some of it’s nature – I tend to…… Continue reading It’s never too late.

The trees are making me feral.

The good thing about hard times is they make us philosophical. Very little helpful philosophy comes from a week at a tropical all-inclusive, except that one should balance water and alcohol carefully, and sunscreen is never a bad idea. I noticed the misery-philosophy connection early on. I made any number of philosophical insights in the…… Continue reading The trees are making me feral.

Do the structural work.

People like to say we start out perfect. “Look at that perfect baby.” I remain unconvinced regarding the accuracy of that statement. For one thing, the idea of the “perfect” baby denies the reality of babies born with problems of a wide variety of types. Positing “perfect” as the default position is unkind. It’s also,…… Continue reading Do the structural work.