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The Back Page is where the feet go up on the desk at the end of the day. It’s that good book with a mug of hot cocoa just before bed. It’s where we goof off after a hard day’s work. The Back Page is our blog.
When we honestly ask which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent […]
This is the Discovery Channel’s new commercial. It makes me smile, and it also made me hit Replay a couple of times.
I thought about putting a bunch of excerpts from springy poems here with links to this and that, but that seems so messy.
So I think I will leave you with my favorite Walt Whitman poem instead.
The First Dandelion
Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever […]
Wind Yourself
around my tubular core
like a vine
around a house’s pillar.
Sleep in next to me
under the weight
of the feathered comforter.
I’m in love with You, Words.
Fill me up.
Spend all of Your time with me.
Be the reason for my coffee habit.
Words,
You are my
front,
back,
left,
and right.
You chase Yourself through my mind
like a passenger train,
letting each person off
in antiquated
stations where
mothers dote
on […]
This rocks. Build Your Wild Self is a website promoting New York Zoos.
I’ve never enjoyed wasting time on the web so much before!
but I have been extremely tired of looking at the same To-Do List on my wall. Just a plain piece of college-ruled notebook paper hanging from my wall with a list of nice stressful list. To-Do lists can be so dreadful, especially when you have huge projects listed in a row for the […]
There are some days when I want to just disappear, or die, or drive as far away as I can. Unfortunately, these things tend to be a little inconvenient. Here are some things that I do instead:
1. I look inside of my joy box. This is a round box that I painted using sponges back […]
Sometimes the truth is
Not what you want it to be.
Is it ever what you expected?
No, probably not.
Are you okay with that?
Are we meant to create truth or
Are we meant to find it?
