No tears

Small businesses close. I don't see this as anybody's failure. If anything, the "For Lease" sign out front makes me sigh with relief and think, Wow, look at that. They tried something and made a go of it and now get to move on to something else. One dream down, next one to conquer.

I think the same for conglomerates as well. We all said farewell to Borders this year.

Look at all the adventure ahead, everyone. Just look.

Introducing the world's newest (and sweetest) synchronized swimmer:

Love these feet

You'll find it in time

We could use the cliche', "Like riding a bike," to describe memory. Or, we could turn to Ann Patchett's new novel and hear how her character, Dr. Swenson, so aptly describes what happens when the rote-memory-mechanism is fired in the brain:

"The brain is a storage shed. You put experience in there and it waits for you. Don't worry. You'll find it in time."

Indeed, no fretting. The ease with the action performed once comes back. Comforting, no?

Better late

Seven months ago Generosity melted the heart, stole the stage and delivered the punchline.

Took this long to recognize its actions they were so graceful and flawless.

Ever so grateful I got a glimpse at all.