NOTE FROM LB
No Navajo Dog today. No showbiz. No philosophy or religion. Just a remembrance not of but from years gone by.
Mothers! Ya gotta love ’em, right? And they’ve gotta love you.
NOTE FROM LB
No Navajo Dog today. No showbiz. No philosophy or religion. Just a remembrance not of but from years gone by.
Mothers! Ya gotta love ’em, right? And they’ve gotta love you.

NOTE FROM LB
The image above was supposed to be of the last time I saw the Navajo Dog (although I didn’t know that’s what I was seeing) walking down the driveway. But when I looked at the file this morning, well, somehow she’d left the picture as well.
Magic is real…but that’s a song for another day.

NOTE FROM LB
All in all, I think I’ve gotten pretty good at the writer thing, although there’s still a long way for me to go. What I’m really hoping, though, is that someday I’ll get the hang of this being-a-parent business.

NOTE FROM LB
Unlikely as it always has felt to me, I’ve spent a significant amount of time working with people in China. Teaching, mostly, and even being called “Maestro” by important men and women who have been my students there.
This strikes me as pretty damned mystifying, but there it is. Delusions of grandeur, do you think? So do I. But here’s one of the results of such a delusion:

NOTE FROM LB
Recently someone asked me about my wife. He wanted to know “what kind of person” she was. For me, being a writer means – among other things – always trying to use the fewest possible words, so my reply was brief. “Her hobby is quantum mechanics.” Which immediately brought to mind this related contemplation:
“The observation of a phenomenon