The tip of the Paper Mate medium rolls across the paper with all the poise of an octopus attempting to free itself from quicksand. (The Paper Mate medium… the people’s

As the willow tree wriggles skyward to sip the sun, the wind slinks through it’s flowers in order to scratch it’s own back. Leaning against the trunk, the Buddha master

The wooly blue ball careens across the floor bouncing off the fridge and then it’s whacked back toward the dryer where it came from by an extra chubby hand, while being

“I just ate poop!” “What!?” “I think I just ate poop. I need your help.” This was a real life exchange I had with my wife yesterday. I was running out the

The Target bags lilting over my work backpack with the sophisticated balance of a free-solo mountain climber. I’ve tucked the Gelson’s bags onto the floor of the passenger seat while

The beans do their final ecstatic medium roasted dance, popping up and down as they wait their turn to eventually be pulled down into the grinder, soon to be perfectly

The baby’s made a bee line for the dog’s food and water bowls. Crawling across the floor at an expeditious rate. With the breakneck ferocity of a professional athlete in

There are different kinds of animals  And different kinds of plants.  There are different kinds of ice cream.  And different kinds of ants.    There are different kinds of yoga

Sweat diving headfirst into my gi (or as my wife calls it, “your karate outfit”) like a schoolbus full of kids being let out to the public pool on the