Seeing Beauty; Seeing Hope I have been told I see things always brightly, that I see the beauty in everything. If you read my tales, almost all are filled with bliss and hope. Even the saddest ones are bereft of cynicism. I think this is true. I am hopeful, even when...
Rereading Rostand: A True Tale of Hasty Love in a Bookstore With Cyrano I am rereading an English translation of Edmond Rostand’s play “Cyrano de Bergerac.” I recently reviewed the 1950 movie, and was hungry for more. I first read it quickly in an...
Circuses, Waiting, Saltire The word ‘circus’ has six letters, two of which are vowels. The two ‘c’s are pronounced differently. If we waited until we understood everything, it would take longer to do get things done. The Saltire, the flag of...
These Days, Let’s Smile These days… these days… these days… smile. Â look at these days, and these days, we need gentle, knowing friendships more than ever, as much as always. That’s what I love to encourage. Today, I received an email...
The Best Cafes The Best Cafes sometimes serve the worst coffee, bringing in the fullness of humanity. They are where you go to meet your friends. There are no tourists at these places. There is no ambiance that would draw people just because of whatever is on the...
Welcome to Brockeimia Welcome to Brockeimia. My world. self-indulgent, celebrating what I like, as I like, when I like. What’s here is what’s here, as I hope to lift your head and your smile for no other purpose than that. I am Brockeim. Faceless....
