Debt is bad. Debt should be avoided. But what if a certain amount of debt was incurred in order to get a job? Would you do it? What would be your limits?

Read More Open Question

The Getty Center South Pavillion (Travertine Walls) -What do you notice about the stone walls?  Are all of the stones smooth and the same?  Do you know what we call this leaf in the stone?  It’s called a fossil.  This leaf was alive and part of a tree over 8,000 years ago.  How many fossils […]

Read More Fine Art for Four Year Olds

As things often go in the church, the positions in which we serve are never permanent. This weekend I made the transition between primary (the under 12 year old children) and relief society (the women’s organization.) More than any other calling I’ve had, I can really feel the inspiration in this one. (Even before I […]

Read More Sweet Release

I’ve still got a post about the Getty in my drafts, and pictures for another post in my folder.  The three weeks or so I went without blogging (and commenting at a minimum) were not without thought. (truth be told, many of those thoughts were not fit for human consumption.)  Really, what do I have […]

Read More Pause

On the 101, not even yet to the 134: “Are we home yet? I want to be home right now.” (a statement, not a yell or a threat.) On the 134 in Burbank: “Do we live in the car?” “No, we do not live in the car, silly, we live in an apartment.” sigh “When […]

Read More Cynic in the Back Seat

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars. I cannot count one. I […]

Read More Today’s Thought

Here’s the thing: I’m not as depressed as I sound.  Really!  I’ve just been very pensive.  (And I really wish I had my writings from Hawaii.  They weren’t brilliant, but they were mine.  I miss them.) You can’t just wake up one morning, decide you want to go to Paris, and expect that when you […]

Read More Journey

I know that camp, those buildings, that dirt, Dharma-ville or Otherton it will always be Camp Erdman to me (although the shiny fresh paint catches me off guard, every time) and I mourn my journal. I left in such haste I wasn’t able to retrieve it from my professor’s office.   I miss the velvet […]

Read More Lost Words

Paul was finally able to talk to the guy this morning.  It wasn’t a surprise, what he said, because if they really were going to offer him the job they wouldn’t have made it so hard for him to get the answer. But it’s still disappointing. Oh well.  So we move on.  That’s what we […]

Read More I Should Be Used To This By Now