Reflecting on Epiphany in Incredible Days Reflecting on Epiphany in these Incredible days I moved the wise men to the Christ child in both our creches, on the hutch and the mantel. On this day, those real wise men made it to the Christ child; hence the church's...
Living Without Uncle Bud
Today begins our first full day of living without Uncle Bud, Doug’s mother’s younger brother. He was a fixture in my life for almost 50 years, and for Doug’s whole existence— 82 years! It’s going to be weird to be living without Uncle Bud — for he was a person who...
Roses and Their Thorns
In the summer of 1971, I received a dozen red roses at work – I was impressed. Never before had a beau sent such flowers! And the roses have been shorn of their thorns. I told my parents and they told me grandmother, then 92. She was not impressed – wanting to know...
The Wonder of Words
In these upside-down days, the wonder of words is that they can keep me anchored in ways that everyday jobs, errands, and tasks once did. Therefore, keeping a journal and “blogging” is a good use of my time. Arranging and re-arranging twenty-six letters into sentences...
Calm and Crazy
That’s how I feel at the end of another week of social distancing: calm and crazy. It feels like the whole world is in TIME OUT -- yes, it's scary! COVID-19 came from a bat that jumped to human; then the virus jumped human-to-human. So, our days are spent trying to...
Mourning in the Midst of Merriment
Mourning in the midst of merriment is unsettling. But there it is. This year, death has colored the final weeks of December. Losing someone over the holidays challenges how I feel. Maybe you can relate. Death is an ever-present companion, silently following our every...
Revisiting Death with Dignity
Death with Dignity? Because a death with dignity bill named in honor of a man our family knew and loved, I am revisiting what I wrote four years ago. Our friend, Dick Israel died several years ago, leaving many grieving friends. He battled Parkinson’s disease for...
On Borrowed Time – Living the Life God Lent Me
Another Definition of Living on Borrowed Time A great question from a family member gave me an insight into a familiar phrase, living on borrowed time. How’s that life God lent you going? Faster than I ever imagined, my silent reply! This time last year, I could not...
The Pandemic, My OWL and Will Rogers
The pandemic goaded me to paint an owl that looked like I felt! Will Rogers shows me 2020-2022 isn't the only hard spell Americans have had. It was one of the first little paintings I did back when I thought the pandemic would last maybe a couple of weeks. Somehow,...
How Are You?
How are you, asks one character or another on almost every episode of both our latest binge-watch series. (Coming Up With Better Questions) Sometimes two and three times during a single episode, one character approaches a person who has either witnessed or...
Plunging Into the New Year, Ready or Not
Ready or Not, Here We Go! Into the New Year I am plunging, realizing I am about as ready for it as I would be a dip in the Chesapeake Bay. Nevertheless, off we go . . . into the year. That I don’t mention the news of the year so far doesn’t mean its tentacles aren’t...
The Stakes of This Presidential Election Game, and What’s In It for Me.
Her comment startled me -- the young independent voter who responded to a reporter’s inquiry about which Presidential candidate she supported. “I am listening to each one, and what they are offering us.” Seriously? Well sure! I am listening for a voice of common sense...
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