What do you do when you want what can’t be bought, rented, leased, lent, stolen, found or made but can only be given by a willing heart?

Where’s the magic five point plan for that, O priests of self help, quick fix advisors, and back slapping coaches?

Come walk in my desert a few miles and tell me it’s a lake.

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  1. That skipping-stones piece you wrote the other day was wonderful. But I sometimes feel like you’re transfixed by what a beautiful tragedy your life is.

    1. That’s just lovely.
      Should I try to write poorly about my problems in order to satisfy your standards of literary authenticity?
      What an asshole remark.

      1. Authenticity? No question about that. If I didn’t know you, it would be different… it’s that I’m also concerned with you as a person and not just a sometimes brilliant writer.
        I read most everything you write and I find it disturbing that you muster the most rhetorical energy when constructing a prison for yourself. (And personally speaking… that’s disturbingly familiar to me.)
        I figure if we can put a skateboard on Mars we can find one intelligent, interesting and sensitive guy both interesting employment and loving companionship.

    2. That skipping-stones piece you wrote the other day was wonderful. But I sometimes feel like you’re transfixed by what a beautiful tragedy your life is.
      Not to be glib, but that’s a great summation of blogging.

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