Laine King: Writing High Posts - TopicsExpress

Warm Mornings and Blessings My mother used to tell me stories
Warm Mornings and Blessings My mother used to tell me stories about her childhood. They were mostly sad stories because she was a sad mother who use...

Blessings I’ve been thinking about rote prayer. I don’t do it
Blessings I’ve been thinking about rote prayer. I don’t do it myself, any more. I had lunch with a friend who always prays before meals, even in...

Neon Truth I guess I’m what you would call a neon
Neon Truth I guess I’m what you would call a neon philosophizer. I’m in search of an inclusive philosophy which suits all occasions, a one size ...

A TRUCK FOR MARIANNE Talking with Marianne at the Homeless
A TRUCK FOR MARIANNE Talking with Marianne at the Homeless Conference: There’s even bad ice cream, she says. She says, there’s good people and th...

The Point of No Return Sometimes you know something is the last
The Point of No Return Sometimes you know something is the last one, the last time, the last opportunity. But usually you don’t. Usually you just ...

To Your Very Good Health, My Dear “I will have me my little
To Your Very Good Health, My Dear “I will have me my little glass of wine,” she said. “Just a taste for my digestion.” She brought out of h...

The Last Lunch When the train whistle blows, this life will
The Last Lunch When the train whistle blows, this life will finish. I will be standing by the track with my bag at my feet or I will be on the track ...

Paint My House Paint my house, man. Spread the colors Just
Paint My House Paint my house, man. Spread the colors Just so. Paint my house, man. Open up the windows, Get out the tools And color my world In vi...