Spring’s Promise

Spring’s Promise

One of my least favorite seasons of the year is winter – dreary gray landscapes, biting cold winds, and lonely, naked trees. Outdoor walks require preparation, layers of clothing, and a little bit of grit, or maybe a lot of grit! It’s hard to believe at these...
Dreaming b-i-i-g

Dreaming b-i-i-g

Here’s a never-did-happen scenario for you to picture: a young married couple is leaving for a 10-day cruise and leaving their 5-year-old at home alone, with keys to the car and a credit card to use for any purchases. (Disregard, for now, your rising outrage at such...
Adventures in missing the point

Adventures in missing the point

Ahh, Spring! This season shouting its blossoming arrival that winter has once more been banished and the way has been cleared for Summer to rev up its engines. It’s these yearly rhythms that start me reminiscing about my halcyon school days, my teachers, my fellow...
Prodigal Daughter

Prodigal Daughter

This week, we learned of an altercation between a dear young lady and her father. The heated encounter caused the daughter to quit her job at their family owned business, saying she never wants to see her father again. Those few moments of words exchanged ended with a...
Questions, questions, questions!

Questions, questions, questions!

Many years ago, history-blasé me happened upon a book whose genre set a direction for my pleasure reading which lasts to this day: Exodus, by Leon Uris, was that book. I happily discovered historical fiction – a novel set accurately in history, mentioning real...
Friends needed

Friends needed

Do y’all have dreams of what you’d like to be when you grow up? I do. I’d like to be able to play the cello. I’d like to be able to speak Spanish. I’d like to be an architect. These are all worthwhile accomplishments, but I know there’s more to playing the cello,...
Blueberries and Brambles

Blueberries and Brambles

Recently, my husband and I tore out brambles that had completely taken over our blueberry garden bed. We had allowed them to grow last year, because they do produce a small fruit like a blackberry. However, the sharp thorns on these vines are the type that seemingly...
The Story of our Lives

The Story of our Lives

I’ve begun reading a new-to-me book, Walk Across America, which relates a young man’s quest to ‘find’ himself and his country in a time of nationwide youthful angst and confusion. With just a backpack and his adventure-loving dog, he set out on a journey of...
Who’s got the plan?

Who’s got the plan?

While I’m not one of them, I’ve heard there are people who map out the trajectory of their lives and then proceed to (try to) make it all happen per the ‘plan.’ For those special individuals, it would be intriguing, years later, to talk with them and find out how that...
Beloved

Beloved

When I was younger, I loved watching elderly couples interact. The longevity of their marriage was often unmistakable in the small ways they mirrored each other… their shared mannerisms, precious expressions, and rhythms. Years later now, my husband and I are that...