Relationships

I lost my passport the other day – left it in a spring garden where cupped tulips held yolky sun drops.  It's a hassle to apply for a new one, but I'm sad that all my stamps are gone. They are in some ways the only signifiers

Love may have selfish origins, but it can't survive if there's no object.  If the object is the self, then it's like (dare I use this trite analogy) a fire without air.. it'll suffocate.

And like tired sadhus under the bodhi tree, we scrambled passed past present future to that jibber-jabber, frightening, and gorgeous hollow where understanding came through silence and strings became waves...

My dad must have the patience of an elephant. He is the sous chef, the maid service, and the all-purpose handyman and lifter of heavy objects for mom.  Whether he's used to the torrent of tasks or he's actually happy with the role of Mom's Little Helper, I don't know..

yuppienomad has formulated a new proof for me.  Thinking back on it, it encapsulates what many of my female friends have told me from time to time

Out of the frying pan and into.. A recent Slate article suggests instability among the ranks of women.  It highlights an interesting study into the happiness quotient of women in the post-feminism society -- what we do know is that feminism has destabilized traditional gender roles, but the question remains,