In a pool a water, sits a tiny bit of dry land. … [Continue reading]
dry land
end of christmas
The last of the my christmas cactus blossoms have fully opened. The rest have already started to shrivel up and go limp. Still, the remaining blossoms overflow with pollen. It is beautiful. Just like the season of giving, the season of winter … [Continue reading]
Evening commute
The cars are already stacking up by the time I make the mad dash for the office door. I'm lucky in that my commute is pretty darn short by area standards. For those in pharma/biotech, living where I do, it's unheard of to work so close to home. In … [Continue reading]
poetic justice
Once upon a time, my eyes were described in a poem. "Green", he wrote, "with hints of brown." I held onto those words for years to come for nobody has written such words since then. It has been a long, long time. I think now, if he were still alive … [Continue reading]
Hands
Whether you are clapping your hands, blowing a kiss, or waving good-bye, our hands are such an integral part of our communication. At least they are for me. This of mural showing the hands of 53 Silicon Valley residents reaching skyward is one of … [Continue reading]