by Renée Silvus
Dear friends, colleagues, and neighbors~ Thank you for including me in your bright communications—I am delighted to read them and consider your offerings. Due to the preponderance of communiques with stylistic misdemeanors, I am compelled to offer my unsolicited...
by Renée Silvus
Why in the name of Heaven does this get said to me? A LOT. Not just my mom. Enough that I’ve begun the process of Wonder Why This Happens and I’m Annoyed. Am I…not careful? Do I have a…reputation I don’t know about? Whenever Something Happens, 99% of the time it’s on...
by Renée Silvus
We must be wired to obsess. I’ve been watching myself run through temporary obsessions, and I figure you do too. It makes sense—how else would anything big and cool get done? Art, elaborate buildings, landscaping, engineering jets, biological research, anything...
by Renée Silvus
I want to confess how much I don’t know what I’m doing. Yeah, probably not a surprise to you. It became clear (again) after the last Thoreau event~ some of you were even there. The idea seemed pretty cool. I skimmed Walden, the Bhagavad Gita, and parts of the Vishnu...
by Renée Silvus
It isn’t even a question any more. At first, a little rude. Abrupt. Still, I’ve found myself saying this lately. At first, I didn’t intend to because it is a little peremptory. Sort of a don’t argue and get over it. THEN something...
by Renée Silvus
I’ve been having a Leave the Quest Test lately. That part in the story where someone wants to go home, like the Hobbits dreaming of second breakfast. Or when Han Solo gets fed up with young wanna-bes and takes back his ship and agency. You know, wanting it...
