In years past I've tried to find a word that I hoped to focus on for the year. Actually, most years the word found me. And just as in years past, 2019's word "trash" did not disappoint. I think it was about a month ago when a two word thought started speaking to me. "No… Continue reading Two words
Tag: missing the folks who have gone before
Twinkly Trees and Traditions
Last night I drove down my street towards my home at the end of it, and I noticed tree lights in a window. Happy yellow-white glowing twinkle lights. My spirit responded with a standing ovation, claps and cheers included. Then I broke out of my mental auto-pilot and realized they were my happy lights. I… Continue reading Twinkly Trees and Traditions
TRASH
New Year's Eve. 2018. So much to think about and ponder upon and yet, I remember the old wives' tale about sweeping. Don't sweep on New Year's Day or you'll sweep someone out of your life. I don't want to review memories and stories and sweep them back into my memories. And so I find… Continue reading TRASH
oh September
time to bid you farewell though it seems that you just walked across the grass wet with dew a few short mornings ago knocked on the door satchel in tow, announcing your arrival there you stood dressed in your blue jumper pants rolled up and barefooted from summer, pockets filled with this and that trinkets… Continue reading oh September
the red couch
flying down the interstate one goal in mind home mile after mile and then unexpectedly we see a red couch abandoned, in the emergency lane cushions awry broken slats someone will walk into the house and feel incomplete like something is lost, missing for their red couch is no longer there waiting for them to… Continue reading the red couch
the stories behind the door
on the first day you walked through the door did you stop to breathe it all in with the hope of memorizing it all-scents, sights, and sounds, the way you do now did you gently pull the door to behind you and stop for a moment and lean into it knowing as you do now… Continue reading the stories behind the door
Mama Said
there'd be days like this. There'd be days like this, my Mama said. (Thank you, Shirelles and others.) Days where there are way more questions than answers. And those questions lead to more questions. But wait! That's not all..... sit and think about this particular something, and then there are all the questions cropping up… Continue reading Mama Said
for all the tables
where does the table go? he asked I barely remembered his name, Joe or John or J-something-- he'd shown up with the others, the ones they'd sent to do the job the table? I replied, stalling for time wishing for more of it, so much more time the table whose surface told our story the… Continue reading for all the tables
A Sucker for Love
Way back when, when my oldest was quite a small girl, we often found ourselves over at my dear Joyful friend's house. She and her girls were our lifeline, our fun, and our safe place to land. They were my girl's sisters for that time and for life, and I am always thankful for them.… Continue reading A Sucker for Love
playing make believe
when I was little you sat down and played with me in the midst of all the grownup stuff you stepped away into my world and we played all the things we were adventurers royalty bandits horses chefs store clerks teachers and what I imagined you made into reality with a nod of your head… Continue reading playing make believe
I Might Need A Nap 