“…To say…I love you…” There it was again, playing on the radio as I drove my grandkids to school the other morning. “Have you ever been to a funeral?” my 8-year old grandson asked as we drove past the cemetery. I’d just mentioned in passing, covering over the scary cemetary thinking, that I enjoy walking …
Category Archives: life and death
No Need to Bow
I opened my email the other day, and courtesy of a meditation group I follow, I was given a task to do: for every letter of the alphabet, write down something that you are grateful for. At first glance, I balked What the heck my next thought was Okay, let’s do this. I …
Russell Alvin Thomas
Born May 4, 1918, Dad was the youngest of three boys. He was a bit of a rake, he said. He was certainly a story teller. We never knew what to believe. Did he and his brothers really get sent home by the cops when they climbed up the old windmill at Ocean Beach? Did …
Writer Paints 