That Annoying Tourist
Unexpected Wisdom: What My Son Taught Me About Perspective
Sometimes the greatest insights come from the smallest voices I walked into the kitchen where my son was eating his breakfast the other morning and said, "Hi Tiger Tank" to him. I call him random things like my "little Pumpkin Spice Latte," "Pumpkin Pie," "Buddy," and of course "Tyler." When I called him Tiger Tank, he asked me what a Tiger Tank is. I didn't know myself since I just made it up on the...
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
A Timeless Poem of Comfort and Remembrance Image Source: dailymail.co.uk Do not stand at my grave and weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist. Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004) was an American housewife and florist who, despite having no formal education or training...
Green Wheels: Hot or Not?
SF Zoo
We rushed out the house today, so I forgot my camera, which I barely ever do. I did have my Droid X with me, so I got some shots on my cell phone. As you can see, we had a great time.
Yosemite Panoramas
