Writing thoughts on life. Keep posted. You may see something you like. I hope so. Let me know.
–Rumi Isla Mujeres MX, 2022, Part IV, Final Gracias por un tiempo maravilloso. Hasta que nos volvamos a encontrar, que estés bien, que estés a salvo y que tengas otra Margarita conmigo. As I start to gather up my stuff, packing to see that all my extra belongings actually do fit to go home, I …
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We all know moms don’t happen alone. Of course there were men in my life. Loves of my life. Two of them partnered with me to bring five wonderful children into the world. Those men don’t keep me company now. One died too early for the rest of us, the other now hangs on by …
“…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 …
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” My writing desk sits smack in front of a big window. I pause as I write to peek out on life as …
“Headbanger in Paradise” was originally published in its entirety in Untold Stories: From the Deep Part of the Well. 2016 Redwood Writers Anthology, Roger Lubeck, Editor. September 2016. I’m choosing to publish it here in four parts. Stay tuned for later segments. KT Visitors are rare here. On admittance, our patients generally see that …
We writers, all of us, and our readers, sometimes take our words for granted. If I know one thing, I know how much our words matter. Each and every word, whether it’s surrounded by thousands of others in a book, or part of 140 characters in a tweet. Our words have the power to show …
My mother was 66 years old when she died. Her mother, the only grandmother I really knew, died when she was 70. I’m 68 now, and thankfully, a whole lot healthier than either one of them were. Not that I wanted them to be unhealthy. You know what I mean. I grew up with Grandma …
I’m fortunate to know several incredible men who aren’t fathers. They’re men who had fathers; they’re men who nurture and care for those around them – families, students, and friends alike. To them I say, Happy Un-Father’s Day! In my own game of life, many of the fathers closest to me were nothing like Ozzie Nelson or Ward Cleaver, or even Mike Brady. …
The postcard in my hand is so old I’d expect it to be worn and frail and downright unimportant. It’s not, though. It’s one more amazing golden star resting among years of memories. Life and love that I’ve discovered again in a bin in the basement. The cowboy doing his day’s work on the back of a jack rabbit still cracks …
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Plutocracy: Government by the wealthy; a country or society governed in this way. Democracy: System of government by the whole population or all the eligible members of a state, typically through elected representatives. The plutocrats continue to dangle the carrot in front of us as we minions queue up to the polls. After billions earned …
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