An Ordinary Life Examined Closely Reveals Itself

I Remember Thinking That A Girdle Was Barbaric, And That Never In A Million Years Would I Treat Myself Like A Sleeping Bag Being Shoved Into A Stuff Sack. Never! Instead, I Would Run Marathons And Work Out And Be In Perfect Shape And Reject The Tyranny Of The Girdle Forever.

Winter In The Country Is Very White. There Is Black Grit On All The Shoulders Of The Roads And On The Big Mounds From The Plows, And All The Cars Are Filthy, But The Fields Are Dazzling And Untouched And Pristine.

When I Still Lived In Manhattan, People-watching Was My Hobby, And I Spent Many Sunday Afternoons Eating Up The Scene From A Window Seat At A Starbucks On Broadway.

Animals Can Seem More Pure. Without Complication, I Mean, Animals Are Selfless. What Animals Do For Us, They Do Out Of Instinct.

Sometimes I Think I've Figured Out Some Order In The Universe, But Then I Find Myself In Florida