by Think In The Morning | Mar 2, 2026 | More, Words |
I’m hopelessly stuck in the sixties, seventies and eighties. That’s as far as I go unless I’m forced to function in the present as I am today. I’m pretty good with technology, I guess. I majored in math and economics. God know’s why, as they say, those who believe....
by Think In The Morning | Feb 24, 2026 | Words |
It is a wet, quiet, cold, and somewhat dreary day. My thoughts flex inward like a flock of parakeets with heads tucked under their wings, voices muffled as they speak an instant already gone. Life feels off balance, stuck between a past that can be revisited but...
by Think In The Morning | Feb 16, 2026 | Words |
“My house . . .” said Cosimo, and gestured around, at the highest branches, the clouds, “my house is everywhere, everywhere I can climb, going up . . .” The Baron Of The Trees, Italo Calvino In 1958 when I was twelve years old I visited my great uncle Lewis Foster...
by Think In The Morning | Feb 10, 2026 | Words |
All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds. Richard Brautigan I remember when I first learned about clouds in grade school. We drew pictures of feathery clouds, flat and gloomy clouds, fat Confucius clouds, and giant, dark, menacing genies ready to pounce....
by Think In The Morning | Feb 3, 2026 | Words |
They come every spring, my osprey family. From Central America, Mexico, Baja California, along the Southern California coast back up the Pacific Flyway, to the rivers and estuaries of the Mendocino coast. To this place. To my place. There is an instinct of staying...
by Think In The Morning | Jan 25, 2026 | Sea Gull, Words |
The tasty apples that gave rise to the phrase “as American as apple pie” aren’t native to North America. The seeds journeyed over from Europe like illegal aliens. The spices, cinnamon, nutmeg and clove, sneaked in from Asia via the European spice trade. After years...
