Hey, Tolstoy, you didn’t know Joe Rivkin
For my trip to the funeral of my father-in-law, Laura’s father, Anne Mei’s grandfather, Joseph Rivkin, I decided to use…
Category: Reading and scribbling
Still here
It’s been a month since my last post, and will be at least another week before my next substantive item….
The women in my head
Emptiness is a big thing for many Buddhists. I say that somewhat tongue-in-cheek because the title for the essay I’m…
The women in my head: first, the preliminaries.
Time flies. It’s been almost two months since my brother James died, and almost two months since my last post….
Were you ever sure you’d done something and then found out you hadn’t?
I’ve mentioned before that I haven’t been doing much blogging because I’m working on a long essay on Buddhist philosophy….
Writing in the present moment.
Handwritten entry in my notebook from January 5, 2002. “We invest each other with selves. But how can we know…
That’s why I write.
I write because I have an innate need to write. I write because I can’t do normal work like other…
What’s up?
I haven’t published any posts in this blog for almost two months. During January I published a number of stories…
Happy Thanksgiving
Sorry that I’ve been somewhat irregular lately on drivingwithnohands posts. In addition to posting a few stories on Wattpad, I’ve…
Not right, nor orderly.
I’ve started writing about events in my life on Wattpad. Click here for the first story that hasn’t already been…