When the jonquils bloom in the spring, I think of her–my sister Helen. Maybe it’s because of her March birthday, maybe it’s because those first flowers are so welcome after winter and are such a cheerful sight. My sister was a cheerful, upbeat, lovely person. Some people make the world a better place simply by […]
Aug 28, 2020
Cicada Summer
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There he was, stuck to the screen of my door. What was he doing? Thinking? Doubtful. I hear him, these summer nights; he and his family and friends tune up in the darkness, singing their summertime songs, filling the night with their grating sound. All my life, I called them jar flies, and it was […]
Feb 7, 2020
My Point of View
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Just between you, me, and the fence post, I am tired of intrigue and secret maneuvers and people pretending to be what they aren’t. It seems to me that all this running around in circles trying to figure out who one is and what one is, all this bending rules, and saying, “It all […]
Jul 15, 2019
Things My Mama Taught Me
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All the good things that I believe and am, came from my parents. And the not-so-good? Well, I’ve managed those things on my own. This morning I was thinking about things my mother taught me. I had never really tried to itemize them, they were just there. To list them would be like trying […]
Jan 24, 2019
Stern, Thorough, Memorable
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He was stern, thorough, and I still remember him after a distance of several decades. He was a short man, fairly round with a thatch of white hair. He was born and raised in England and he spoke with a British accent. His name was Mr. Stone. He was my first piano teacher. Every week, […]
Dec 3, 2018
I Love You, Rudolph; Please Don’t Go
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After not watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer for a good many years, I watched him again last week. Amazing thing was, I enjoyed that animated show as much as I did the first time I saw it with my son, many years ago. It has a wonderful message. In fact, it has several wonderful messages– […]
