What do vegans eat?

Vegans eat very well.  And before anyone who knows me calls me out as the vegetarian, or more accurately, the flexitarian, that I am, please know that I am striving for veganhood.  So, on that note, I am cooking vegan meals every weekend to sustain me through the week  toward that goal. First, from a…

Stop nagging me on day 7…

Today the Giant Golden Buddha is looking for dialogue… “Gordon, did you remember to pack an umbrella.” “Yes,” he replied. “Which one?” “The one you handed me and told me to put in my suitcase.” A moment later, “Gordon?” “Yes?” “What about the binoculars?” “Yes.” “And the guidebook?” “Yes.” “Did you remember the sunscreen?” Gordon paused…

Day 6 in a foreign land…

Today’s exercise from your friendly Giant Golden Buddha… “Um, jurjugee lam sazee and papyee? “Ex-cyusay, mister?” “Lam sazee and papyee?” I repeated hoping to get my hands on some condiments. “Daaad, what did I just tell you… it’s insulting to season the food here.  You’re implying that it tastes bad.” “Well, it needs salt and…

What day 5 smells like…

See if you can guess the nature of the day’s writing challenge from Giant Golden Buddha… The moon smells of fresh linen hanging on the line in a midnight breeze. Sadness smells of must and boiled cabbage in the stairwell of a third-floor walk up of an old woman. A child’s joy in watching a…

Day 4 and a hundred years ago…

Today the Giant Golden Buddha suggests that we conjecture about the past… Turning a patch of soil behind the house, I felt a muted clank, the distinct contact of metal on metal.  I didn’t hear it so much as feel it transferred up the long wooden handle of my spade and through my garden gloves. …

Day three and passive-aggressive grocery shopping…

(OK, so the Giant Golden Buddha theme today again lends itself to writing about an unhappy couple… ) The door swing opens; Linda enters with two armloads of groceries.  She goes back and forth to the car a half dozen times and the door bangs open and shut each trip.   Fred turns up the…

A piece of pie on day two…

She would not give him the last piece of pie.  Instead, she wrapped it carefully in Saran wrap to keep it fresh for her lunch the following day.  He considered eating it after she fell asleep.  Annoyed, he flipped through the channels while thinking about the pie until, like fog lifting to reveal a sunny…

Happy New Year, or day one in the life of daily writing

I am up early, enjoying this quiet time and writing a little.  Also, I wanted to invite anyone reading this to consider the idea of the salon.  Historically, salons were gatherings designed to bring people together for discussions which help us develop ideas about the world around us.  I thought it might be fun to…