i don't approve of the LGBT "label".. it seems to be a simple "lumping together" of everything and everybody

i had a dream about a very sick puppy, found in a parking lot .. we tried to put it in a cage but it wouldn't budge

...overwhelmed with emotion while formatting a manuscript that outlines classic and contemporary YA fiction in canada..

by necessary exception:

f's (other) phrase of the month: my hearing is impaired when i'm lying down

an overturned beetle tried hard to right itself before we were able to help it over.. but the poor thing had a broken leg

it was painful to watch ..and almost impossible to end its suffering 

in response to an ad on TV ("..pop goes the world..")

f's phrase of the month: I'm pop ..and I goes the world

"Sometimes," said Pooh, "the smallest things take up the most room in your heart."

a toast of wine and dandelions

i had hoped (unreasonably, illogically) that i would not have to find the words to say this for some time..

i inhaled ray bradbury as a teenager. part of the triad of my youth (dickens, bradbury, conan doyle), he remained there, for a while, gently collecting dust. when i re-read the martian chronicles in my 20s and was again struck by the beauty of his quiet prose--the improbable depth of his barren lives and worlds--the corners of my life curled inward in a trance.

i'm certain that in the coming years i will find more to love.. more to criticize.. for bradbury, having published his first collection at 27, wrote always like an old man, watching the passing of time.

gone, now, is a literary giant, a great talent, a natural storyteller. but most of all--a reader.

rest in peace

you are in my heart.. all of you.. always

doctor-assisted suicide can no longer be an issue of debate

the possibility of ending it is one of the things that makes life bearable