I do apologise. I have not posted in quite awhile. My health is never great at this time of the year and my energy levels always attest to that.
This was my very first post, almost a year ago now. It didn’t get much attention – it’s a bad attempt at poetry, which is not my forte. But the feelings were real. And the words suit this time of year, when it appears that everyone is scurrying around preparing The. Best. Christmas. Ever. Music is sweet and nostalgic; folks are preparing to go home for the holidays; family members are surreptitiously wrapping presents; cookies are being baked and plans being made. Continue reading “How Are You (Reposted)”
The collection of ‘stuff’ has been an ongoing theme in my life, and it all started with my mother. A baby born at the end of the Great Depression, Mom was a collector of everything. Born into an extremely poor rural French Catholic family, she had to leave home at age 15 to get a job and to make a way for herself in the world. Education was (and is) a luxury that the poor could simply not afford. Continue reading “The Unbearable Heaviness of ‘Stuff’”
When her son was born, she carefully documented each milestone. Continue reading “The Collector”
I read once that when we fly in our dreams, our soul has briefly left our sleeping bodies. Continue reading “I Can Fly…”
He is a dyed-in-the-wool conservative with staunch fundamental Baptist values. Continue reading “Why Can’t We Be Friends?”
When my kids were younger, every summer vacation, we would go camping with my sister and my brother-in-law. Continue reading “I’m So Prepared for LIFE!”
Life is full of unfinished business. We don’t always get to know why someone cut us off. Maybe it had nothing at all to do with us. Maybe their lives got complicated. Or busy. Maybe they outgrew us. Maybe they died. Or maybe they truly wished to have nothing more to do with us. Sometimes, we just don’t get to know the answer… sometimes, we just have to live with the void… Continue reading “Unfinished Business (Best Friend)”