The triumph of the human spirit is in the striving, the very fact that we strive. It is not in the success or failure of that striving.

Time falls away inside breath.

It is in writing about nothing that we might stumble upon something.

Dana Guthrie Martin :: Now with more mobility and diminished functionality.

That’s it. No more robots in the living room. Period.

My husband tries to sneak little robots into every room, as if I won’t notice.

A gang of crows just flew by my window. Cackling, they have no respect for the sleepy. And I do mean gang, as in street gang. As in, deadly.

If I were oil, I would be crude oil. I would not be the light substance we covet and over which we are willing to compromise ourselves and the earth.

There are too many people in my spanking machine. I think it’s broken. Everyone is just sitting in it having drinks and socializing as if it’s a lounge.