Pour your tea. Let the leaves float free. Drink it down fast. Hand it over. The future is […]
Author: Emlyn Lewis
I’m not a Buddhist. Still. And in fact, you could argue that Robert Wright, who wrote “Why Buddhism […]
25F at suffer o’clock this morning, but no real breeze. That’s numb fingers and toes territory, but no […]
It was north of 50F when we stepped out the door this morning, and ok, the ground was […]
This post appeared a few weeks ago on The Cycling Independent. The photo above is not what I […]
Cold, dark, and in the park, that’s how it goes some days. This workout hurt a little bit, […]
My companions dropped me, slowly but resolutely, with hardly a look back in either anger or pity. And […]
I don’t know when the project started. Maybe it didn’t have a formal start. I just realized at […]
This is an odd little book, sort of a mess. It reads like a laundry list of things […]
Strictly speaking, it was a vacation. No one would have batted an eyelash if I’d said, “Nah, I […]
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