on a plaque in a garden on a walk today with Juno, my 10-month-old Cane Corso. I looked it up, and it was written by an Italian writer named Cesare Pavese. How true, right? For me, anyway. All I can remember are moments, and the ones I remember are laced
I was cooking some Italian sausage. Not the links, but the kind that comes as a brick. The recipe calls for it to be broken down and browned in a frying pan. Overall, I love to cook, and I am pretty good at it, having done it for many years.
In my last post Things I Would Have Liked to Have Known When I Was Younger, I wrote about impermanence, and wouldn't you know it, today's quote from the Waking Up app was this one by Thich Nhat Hanh: "It is not impermanence that makes
Yesterday was my birthday. 70 years old. The 60s are gone, for good, for me, as are my teens, 20s, 30s, 40s, and 50s. Geriatric and impotence jokes are starting to appeal to me. When you hit this age, it gives you pause. You now know, without any doubt, that