The Quality of Mercy
Shakespeare – specifically Portia in the Merchant of Venice: The quality of mercy is not strained; it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It is…
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October 27, 2018
Jerk or Not?
I will continue to ponder on perception; as a once-boss, still-friend once said (often) “Robert, you may think you’re the greatest guy in the world but if 1000 people think…
October 24, 2018
Leaping Blindly
I’ve recently had to deal with an individual who had been visibly sullen, angry, and upset for a number of days. When I finally dragged it out of him, it…
October 21, 2018
Nothing is Hollow, There is Something in Everything
After some delay, a continuance of this whole aging thing I’ve become fixated upon of late…..today’s thought is that brown is the new gray. While we humans turn gray with…
October 8, 2018
Farewell, So Long, Sayonora…
Loss. I’ve written of it already; of loss and the power of an embrace. This continues those thoughts, but down a different path. I’ve lost a lot of friends in…
October 6, 2018