Manuals Have Their Uses ...

The Leaves Let Go, The Seeds Let Go, And I Must Let Go Sometimes, Too, And Cast My Lot With Another Of Nature’s Imperfect But Tenacious Survivors.

It Is The Chair In Honor Of All Those Who, However Competently, Embrace The Impossible. Sit In That Chair Someday.

Love Is The Grand Prize And The Garbage Heap. Love Is A Spiritual Root Canal And The Only Thing That Makes Life Worth Living. Love Is A Little Taste Of Always And A Big Bite Of Nothing. And Love Is Everything In Between These Extremes.

I Love This Child. Red-haired - Patient And Gentle Like Her Mother - Fey And Funny Like Her Father. When She Giggles I Can Hear Him When He And I Were Young. I Am Part Of This Child. It May Be Only Because We Share Genes And That Therefore Smell Familiar To Each Other.... It May Be That A Part Of Me Lives In Her In Some Important Way.... But For Now, It's Jelly Beans And 'old Macdonald' That Unite Us.

Goldfish And Hamsters And White Mice And Even The Little Seed In The Styrofoam Cup-they All Die. So Do We.