I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too.

Put yourself out of your misery.

You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.

I work mornings only. I go out to lunch. Afternoons I play with the baby, walk with my husband, or shovel mail.

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. A net for catching days.

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance.

People who read are not too lazy to turn on the television; they prefer books.