Even now, I know what I saw was not possible, but I did see it.
Category: nature of reality
Real or Not Real: A Catly Transformation
A cat changed color and size. A sleek little cat (all black), went behind a trash can out by my garage and came out the other side bigger, and mostly white with grey tabby spots (I had been calling her “Lacey.”). I was gazing out the back door, without any particular focus, when the little…
Real or Not Real: Lovage
I don’t know whether the temperature actually lowered or my ability to handle the heat improved.
My Brave New World
Up until now, my creative efforts have been tucked in at the edges of life …
Contemplating the Brave New World Being Built as We Speak
All of the realizations each of us experience are going to have a profound impact on our post-Covid world. I can’t help speculating about how things will shake out.
Being Alive During the 60s
“I wonder what it was like to be around in the 60,” he said casually, peering at me out of the corner of his eye. “I’m taking this history class . . .” Not an active question. I tried to respond, but I couldn’t pull together a meaningful response. So I started thinking about it…
The Right Way and Other Right Way
Each of us has a unique approach to acting in the world. Mine may be different from yours, but maybe both have value.
The Nature of Power, or, Why Morticia Addams is My Role Model
It means admiring Morticia Addams as she follows the beat of her own eccentric drummer. It means standing (like Morticia) outside of normal with compassion for the attempts of others to be normal.
A Beautiful Woman
This article was among the top ten favorites on the old version of my website. It is reproduced here with minor edits. The first Sikh I ever met was in the book Sara Crewe which was an abridged version of A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. In it the Sikh servant of the sickly old man next door transforms…
A Mistake in Understanding
Below is a post I published in my old blog that was popular with readers. I hope you like it too! For much of my life it seemed to me that everyone else in the world knew what was going on but me. I was certain that they always knew what was appropriate or right…
