Music heals
I had promised to keep people updated on my progress after my surgery, which was last Tuesday. So you can…
Author: scribbler
Bionic man revisited
It’s almost been two months since my last post, but I’ve been busy working on “no-self care,” as promised in…
A real bodhisattva of compassion
Gale and I went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art this afternoon. We were able to see the exhibit The…
Four post-vaccination firsts this week.
It’s now been five weeks since my second Moderna shot so I’m getting more adventuresome. This afternoon I went to…
All the seeds failed, except one
I’ve been known to cry at the movies, but I don’t think I’ve ever cried over a book … until…
No-self care.
My last post failed to deliver the punchline. I didn’t connect my closing thoughts about patience, forbearance, and forgiveness with…
Physician, heal thyself.
This afternoon I saw yellow sparks at the end of some forsythia branches at the Rodin Museum. I also saw…
Astride a grave
In a recent episode of the Rocco Schiavone detective series, the medical examiner addresses the corpse of a murder victim…
Such is calm.
My last post mentioned an Italian cop. Today I want to write about an Italian who spent ten years in…
The roots of cypresses
I don’t know the Italian word for “mensch,” but Rocco Schiavone is a mensch. He’s the detective in the eponymous…