A Note to My Love

Two years ago last night, I read an online dating message from a woman named Stephanie. She said she was looking for someone who had the virtues of Stoicism and equanimity. I quickly told her that I had neither, but she decided to chat with me anyway (and my British alterego). That was two years… Continue reading A Note to My Love


mowing mindfully

check the gas plenty in the tank brush the debris sweep into the trash roll the mower to the driveway hands clutched to its handle bend over, forgot my belt peep show for the neighbors who don’t seem to mind my behind the smell of blades ready for the beheading juices my inner Lecter pull… Continue reading mowing mindfully