The elephant in the memory room, so to speak, is age. How does one compensate for the decline in memory as one ages? Buy more Post-its? Put chalkboards in every room? (The bedroom chalkboard could get interesting.) Set alarms for our impending alarms? Surely, there’s got to be another way.
Love is remembering; he was someone before he met you. He had highs and lows and dreams and disappointments and comebacks and setbacks; job offers and perfect games and sublime moments alone in nature. He experienced moments with lovers that left him daydreaming for the entire next day.
Second marriages are tricky. According to the Internet, arguably the world’s most reliable source of accurate statistics and funny cat videos, second marriages have a divorce rate of 67%—making them even harder to pull off successfully than first marriages.
Recently my husband and I joined my husband’s ex-wife and her boyfriend for a beer at the local pub. That’s not the interesting part, though to some it might be. To others, it should be a lesson, which I’ll get to in a moment. The interesting part was the look on the bartender’s face.
It’s not relative; it’s real, and it’s long, and it’s happening now: Life
Dirty knees and clean sheets are not on a 14-year old boy’s list of things to worry about.
There exists a perfect stage in every male’s life, where the boy is fading away, and the man is emerging.
In this follow up to Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here, author Lisa Lucke continues describing her spiritual awakening.
At my home office desk, ready to conquer a mountain of writing about tiny computery parts and the companies who make them, I run into a problem: the next door neighbor is jackhammering his walkway into oblivion. Until now, working from home has been a great test for my capacity to ignore. I can ignore […]
Author Lisa Lucke, a self-avowed atheist writes about her own spiritual awakening in the context of Ram Dass Fierce Grace, the poignant film that meditates on spirituality, aging, being conscious and living in the now.