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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