How I See It: Reflections on spirituality, technology, and the art of everyday life

Missing Socks and Memories! This morning I was putting on a sweat jacket when I found that I could not get my arm inserted.  I found a sock had managed to make its way into the arm while it was in the wash.  This reminded me of an argument my late wi fe and I had years ago. One day Linda came to me and announced that she needed new socks, that she simply did not have any socks left.  I was surprised by this since I knew she had three dresser drawers full of socks (Linda was something of a sockoholic—I have no idea how many hundreds I donated to Goodwill after she passed). I asked: “Are you sure?  I know there are three drawers full of your socks.” “Yes, but none of them match!” “You have three drawers of socks and none of them match!  What happened to the missing socks?” “The washing machine ate them! Everyone knows washing machines eat socks!” I must say, in her defense, that she was not lying—she truly belie...

I'm starting to write a new chapter in my life, but I need a leading lady! Posted early 2010 One of my deepest pleasures is simply showing the woman I love that I love her. I’m affectionate and take time to show I care — listening, holding your hand, and, when I step on your toes, saying I’m sorry and meaning it. (Yes, I was taught that love means always having to say you’re sorry.) I’m a remarkable person — just ask anyone who knows me! They’ll tell you I’m funny, intelligent, romantic, shy, honest, spiritual, dependable, and above all — different. I enjoy peaceful pursuits like dining out, cooking at home (I’m a great cook!), watching a movie, going to the theater, taking long walks, holding hands, and gazing into someone’s eyes. I love an early-morning swim when the pool is empty, or listening to the rain while watching a fire and holding you close. It all sounds good to me. The last few years have been a time of trial and growth. They’ve given me a new respect for who...

The lay of Alyintitton and Valareinhildë. Dedicated to that 1st little girl I fell in love with and will never forget. Elbereth, oh Elemmíre, my hope and my despair. Long ago you rescued, me you raised me to the air. Deep and dark my life had been, bereft of woman's care! Until I heard you call to me, like sunshine through the air. Conflict it stirred deep in my soul, a son of Surak's line. To love was not to be for me, even if that love were thine. For years I hid my self from you, what torture I endured. None should know my hidden truth, the secret that I hid. No Vulcan hart did beat in me, it was a man's instead. Long ago I laid it down, I thought that it was dead. But deep in side it called to you, with wonder and with dread. Then at last I set it free, to search for you my love. I saw your face, it felt like heady wine. To me you were a goddess, much more then human kind. Like Lúthien Tinúviel, you seemed to me divine. In beaut...

How Do I Say “GOODBYE”? My beloved, how do I say “GOODBYE”? How can I let go of you? It took me so long to find you—years alone, searching, wanting, yearning. At last we found each other. God, I loved you so. The touch of your hand, the light in your eyes, the wonder of your mind. Finally, I was not alone. I had a friend, lover, woman, and child all in one. I loved you more than words can say. How do I say “GOODBYE”? How do I get up every morning without you there? How do I sleep every night without feeling you near, whispering “I love you” as you fall asleep? Why should I, when all I want to do is cry and die! How do I say “GOODBYE”? So many dreams we shared, so many hopes are gone. Your future is gone—and you have stolen mine. You were everything to me: my love, my life, my wife. How do I say “GOODBYE”? For years my everything was the struggle to keep you alive—the fight to keep you safe from yourself. How do I deal with the failure, the loss, the pain? ...

By Jennie Aho Staff Writer Daily Sundial, Monday, August 23, 1982 OK, it’s not by me — but it is about me. Odell Hathaway has written his first novel. The CSUN sophomore from Sherman Oaks is also a self-taught computer programmer and soon hopes to earn his private pilot’s license. These are accomplishments of which any young man, just short of his 21st birthday, could be proud. But Hathaway is not just anyone. When he first attempted to enroll at CSUN, his application was denied because his SAT scores were too low. With an IQ in the 130 range, Hathaway is certainly smart enough to pass the test, but he couldn’t read the questions well enough or write his answers clearly enough to get a passing score. Hathaway has dyslexia and dysgraphia. Both are learning disabilities. Dyslexia is a disturbance in the ability to read, and dysgraphia is a disorder in the ability to write. Another disability, dyscalculia, concerns difficulty with math. “For years in grade school I was kn...