“If they never stain, and your cans don’t have sharp edges, how do they wear out?” Naïve smile, unfeigned readiness to accept all the wonders of the world.
I’ve been wanting to hear from you on a couple of items for some time. Would you be willing to answer ten questions for me?
We remember other’s words from years ago, words spoken at critical moments, words that shaped us and our view of ourselves and our course in life.
Why didn’t I engage there? Because I felt the medium couldn’t handle (perhaps I couldn’t handle) the nuances, and the high likelihood of misunderstanding.
The other day, I sat in a small white room, waiting. After a while, a nurse walked in. I knew she was a nurse because she was dressed like one and because they had said she would come.
Do you ever wish for an utterly new and unknown food flavor – perhaps an exotic fruit from Tahiti or a mysterious concoction created in a small French kitchen, a subtle, smooth, completely novel taste experience? I do. There’s a name I’m giving it tonight – the flavor is called feliz…