Social media screams out overt judgment on wrinkles. If you are an older woman with wrinkles, you must smoke or imbibe in alcohol on the heavy side. Right? Or, you could be eating the wrong diet, or perhaps you don’t use the latest and best anti-aging cream. Lord forbid, you have wrinkles!
The sound of a distant train bellowing it’s horn as it comes near a crossing. Once, then twice. The sound of cicadas busily making their calls. The hot days of summer. Precious.
The 4th of July went deep with me when I was a child. I felt the ingrained sense of "The land that I love." I experienced a vast sense of honor, and a desire to stand "Stand beside her and guide her. Thru the night with a light from above." When our family enjoyed the holiday … Continue reading The Land That I Love
Where this thought came from, I don’t know. A few nights ago I remembered a childhood friend and it dawned on me that I never got to see her grow up. I lost track of her. This is one view of growing up as a child of a father who was enlisted in the US … Continue reading A Military Brat, My Adventure
Sometimes I wonder where we crossed the constant connection line. I remember when my mother had a tan-colored phone that hung on the kitchen wall. It was a rotary dial. There was no answering machine. If people called while you were out, nobody got mad, and nobody got worried. The caller attempted to call at … Continue reading The Good and the Bad of Constant Connections
Diesel and I were secured in the dog park when I heard a little voice squeal with delight, "Look mom, a jumbo puppy!" He did not see a chunky wrinkle-faced bulldog, he saw a jumbo puppy! The tiny boy clung to the chain link fence with intent, with nothing short of delight in his eyes. … Continue reading Living a Mindful Life
It was a breezy summer afternoon. The oak tree branches resembled huge fronds, lifting, swaying and fanning the air below. I watched a father make a wooden swing. He smoothed and sanded the rough edges, and painted the swing soft white. He pulled the knotted yellow rope through the holes that he drilled out and … Continue reading Change in the Pockets, A Smile on the Face
When I was a child we often lived on U.S. Army bases, or in some type of family housing. Populate a neighborhood or a single building with people from differing states, or with those that were born in other nations, and you get the picture of the communities that I grew up in. Despite our … Continue reading We are different, don’t you see?
I slowly inched up the steps in an effort to not give myself away, yet the boards under my feet creaked and moaned. I stopped and pressed my nose to the panes. My young head didn't know of such things...yet, what I saw was close to divine beauty in my heart. As I slowly shifted … Continue reading Stained Glass Memories
She said she was sorry. I found myself confused. Obviously, my memories where on a different plain than hers. "Mother, I think I missed something. Why are you apologizing?" "We never had money, you never had much for Christmas." I never had much, except for memories of love, joy and warmth. I never had much, … Continue reading Bundles of Love