Letter B

Letter B

____________ Don’t ask me why, but the letter B, buzzes in my brain.  Be careful, beware, be who you are, be kind, be in sync. Last month Jim and I filled the truck with our recycling. The abundance of newspapers, the wine bottles, the plastic, and the aluminum...
I Marvel

I Marvel

____________ My youngest daughter, Elly, married this past weekend.  A magnificent ceremony filled with so much love and consideration for all who attended, that my heart aches with pride, joy, and sadness. Funny how all emotions swirl inside as we let go and see...
Old Soul

Old Soul

I’ve often wondered if I was a throw-back, a soul that came before, and if so, how did that affect me? Even now, as I look into the eyes of my grand-kids, I sense times of long ago, and hold onto old-fashioned ways.  I followed in the footsteps of my Bubbie in...
Yes, I’m vulnerable.

Yes, I’m vulnerable.

 I feel a sensation running just below my skin, a twitch of an itch, and my stomach is a touch uneasy, like a butterfly with wings upside-down. Don’t call the paramedics.  These are just my flags—markers that I’m about to enter a vulnerable stage....
Somethings never change

Somethings never change

Somethings never change.  Of if they do, I tend to hold onto the simplest way of things. Call it old fashion, or wise, or stubborn.  It doesn’t matter.  I’m writing this blog article with a computer, way better than a typewriter where I’d make a...
My Power Comes From Writing

My Power Comes From Writing

What person will I be today?  I’ve noticed that when I say I’m on an adventure, my attitude, my demeanor, and my openness changes.  I walk with a spring in my gait, and I see more.   As a writer, I do this with an empty page.  Closing my eyes, I...

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