Category Archives: Baby
(Another essay tired of languishing without a home. ~JimS) As far as mysteries go, birth is the only event I can think of that rivals death in its head-scratching miraculous reality. Humans make a big deal of it. I don’t … Continue reading
Another essay I want to share. I’d rather have it sit here on narble.blog than hide in my directory structure. ~JimS. It’s late evening. I’m standing on a front porch in Gearhart, Oregon, on the dune I’ve come to call … Continue reading
Talent don’t mean shit. It’s what you do with it to make the world better. (graphics: CCO Creative Commons)
Sunlight finds my feet, warming better than slippers; Drowsiness follows.