Tag: five minute observations
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Acceptance
You either accept or quit. I had to accept I might never love again. Then I stopped fighting. This is the result.
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Different Lenses
Show up. It costs less than five minutes. Or maybe you get a cold shoulder, or a fabulous meal. Whatever you get, it’s always worth it to show up.
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Showing Up
Writing is a lonely business. Alissa knows. That’s why she pulled me toward the table. Because she knows me.
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Love Out Loud
There’s a phrase I keep hearing lately. It sounds generous. Open-handed. Every once in a while, it is.
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Always Half-Right
Three men standing in an aisle in the hardware store. A loudmouth who’s always right. One farmer speaks soft and knows more. Read it here. Five Minute Observations.
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It Can’t Rain All The Time
The sky opened up. I had ten minutes and no cover. Alissa was on her way. Her phone wasn’t.
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Conspiracy Theory #396: The Roundabouts
I am NOT a conspiracy theorist. But Jackson has a new roundabout, and I can’t remember what used to be there. Help me out.
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Conspiracy Theory #381: Cheetos Trucks
I’ve seen it more than once. More than twice. And now I have questions no one seems able to answer.
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First Date
“I don’t appreciate what you said about my friends today.” I had no idea what she meant. That would turn into my first date. Read how it all happened.
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Death of a Taste Bud — Listen to Me
California Pizza Kitchen. Barbeque chicken. Cauliflower crust. Way, way too hot! One bite. One bump on my tongue. And a whole essay about being unseen. New on Five Minute Observations.
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The Dragon Remembers
The dragon never fought. Never growled. Never breathed fire after the first few weeks being tethered to the chain. That was the hardest part for the Keeper to explain. The Dragon Remembers. Five Minute Observations.
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Is Resilience Worse Than the Waiting?
The aid station behind you is too far to go back. The next one is miles ahead. That’s not just ultrarunning — it’s the writing life. A new essay on resilience, silence, and why you need to keep going.
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My Turn
We didn’t lose generosity to greed. We lost it to convenience. The voice is still there. It’s just waiting for someone to act on it. New post at fiveminuteobservations.com.
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Deserving of Walkout Music
Does anyone throw a party for staying? For quietly inconveniencing yourself when leaving made more sense? Nobody cues the walkout music for that. But they should.
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Worth Reading. Worth Hearing.
The algorithm rewards volume. And packaging. But what does it do with the craft? Here’s what I didn’t say in the comment box.
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The Cheap Seats
Yesterday I wrote replies for strangers on LinkedIn. By the fifth one, I caught it. Same question, every time. I just didn’t know I was asking it.
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Spud, Hanover, Tweed, and Spiner: Tri-Cities Iowa
Floyd Patterson lost the dairy. Lost the land. Lost about eight years to the wrong people. Now he sits in a booth at Janice’s diner, nursing coffee and an unlit cigarette, glaring at anybody who tells him to put a sock in it. Some towns hold onto their people. Some people hold onto their towns.…
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The Dogs Always Said Yes
Some Saturdays, you load up and head downtown to Spanish Street. Freeze-dried candy. Lemonade. Pretzel bites from Wat’s Knots Pretzels. And the dogs. Bella rarely asked permission. The dogs never minded.