May 29, 2023 My earliest memory of Memorial Day was not the parades; nor T.V. Specials or lavish barbecues. Ours was not a military family. Although we knew veterans, they kept a low profile. My parents' younger brothers fought; some of our neighbors were veterans...
A Weather Bank I wish we had a weather bank in which I could deposit the all the lovely hours May has generated. When Maryland’s summer arrives, I could withdraw enough cool dry air to keep my charm from depleting. On our evening walks I smell honeysuckle and...
So Many Pageants and So Much Liturgy In the past year, we have had quite helping of Anglican liturgy: first, the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee, then, alas, her funeral and now Charles’ coronation. So much that the press broadcast — sans commercials — was Christian...
Color my Wits . . . Craz’d If I were painting, my palette would be messy. Grief is a hard subject. But, I am writing. Finding words is harder when one’s wits are knotted by the times, and tears. Other people’s words describe the swirl of emotions that are washing...
Saying what I mean is harder when I can’t find the words to use. So, I remember what our kids told their kids. Use your words, was what my kids often said to their little ones who were struggling with their skinned knees or other frustrations. Good advice for this...
Here we go again: Daylight Savings Time 2023 I was ready for it! I set all our clocks ahead, and even got myself settled in bed at a reasonable hour. But, even then, I managed to head to church sans cellphone and Fitbit. Twenty years ago — would that have mattered?...
Painting Painting pink tulips in February has been a good use of time. Listening to a biography of Charles Dickens while I paint has also been a good use of time, especially for one who read more Cliffs Notes than Dickens’ originals. Dickens was like the nineteenth...
Gathering rocks, and remembering just how far God has been prepared to go with me, is a good use of time in an autumn's garden. Gathering Rocks So, in the current Bible study, we have just read about Joshua leading Israel across the Jordon on dry ground. Once upon a...
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...
The First Week In the first week of the new year and the second week after the second cataract surgery . . . I have no complaints. Indeed, mindful I am of so much for which I am thankful; esp. as the clarity of my vision sharpens, and driving at night is no longer...
I love Cole Porter — Well, I love his music. He had an ear for how we are, and put that into lilting and lovely music that made sense to me even in the 1960’s! (That Old Black Magic, I Get a Kick out of You, Night and Day — ) The man was as complicated as he was ...
Coffee and Misleading Clues Watching Jeopardy we were sorry to watch one of the Jeopardy's clues result in a wrong answer rewarded as right! A recent routine is enjoying evening coffee— a large cup of decaf—and watching Jeopardy. Because in such wackadoodle times ...
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