When night closes in, what would we do without the hope of tomorrow? As the sun slides westward, another day with its troubles and puzzles comes to a close, but tomorrow will be a brand new day. Perhaps problems will be solved or on the way to being solved–tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow the homeless man asking […]
Sep 25, 2020
Is That All?
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I thought you might enjoy this from six years ago. Yesterday was a day of unfolding stories and learning how some stories ended. I saw and talked with three friends from completely different backgrounds and different walks in life. I don’t see them often; in fact, I haven’t seen a couple of them in years. I caught up […]
Sep 24, 2020
Fall Feelings
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Summer’s Afterglow The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day Manos September is that, isn’t it…summer’s afterglow? Each spring, leaves, flowers, grass are bursting […]
Sep 23, 2020
What’s in the Whisper?
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A cornfield at the end of summer with the wind moving through–a hundred whispers of dry, rustling stalks speaking to each other. They’ve felt the warmth of sun, held the golden, full ears of yellow corn, as they stood with tasseled heads erect, their roots deep in damp earth. They’ve known the farmer and his […]
Sep 22, 2020
A Real Life Mystery
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Last night, I was watching a live presentation from a flooded area along the Texas coast. The reporter was standing on a higher, safe place, out of the water, and reporting on the flood in this coastal town. The streets were swimming with water, impassable. One stalled car already half-floated near the curb. The water […]
Sep 20, 2020
Pictures from the Past
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I was going through a box of old pictures the other day and came across a little folder of school pictures. I mean, these were really ancient! The children in these photos were from my grade school days. I sat down and turned the plastic picture sleeve holders and went back a few decades. Funny, […]
