Zen and cows

I dream of elephants and hippos when I'm happy. I guess for me pachyderms are synonymous with joy, or maybe it's just that they're big, and when I'm happy I think of big things. They're not huggable. They're dangerous, in real life, but when I'm happy, I dream of living with a small elephant, and... Continue Reading →

Mr. Rogers

This week, the week my father died, was more about family than I would have imagined. He didn't want a ceremony so there was no official “good-bye”. I'll have to do that on my own, later, in private. However, I did have the chance to make it about family. I saw a lot of people... Continue Reading →

(f)loss-ie

Flossie is the name of a cow in a US cartoon strip in the 1930's. She was famously clothed at some point because censors thought that udders were too suggestive. Suggestive of what, of course, is up for discussion. Cheese? The name "Flossie" sounds so odd to me. I don't know where it came from.... Continue Reading →

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