Yesterday, on my way back from work to home, I walked pass a slab of white board lying in the middle of a quiet alley. The board looks new and I can see the wheels marks on it, showing how it has been ran over by a car. 238 more words
“My job as a reporter,” the late Gwen Ifill once remarked, “is not to know what I think.” Humble in spirit but incisive in content, that remark calls to mind two essential stories from the Zen tradition. 842 more words
sometimes making a fuss is just that – fuss. if you leave it and come back, it will still be fuss.
never underestimate new shoes. it may look pretty but it will kill you when you run and chase people wearing them. 152 more words