I gratefully spent a few days at the sea this past week. So much to look back on and to write about. First some time with good long-time friends, sharing a place up north of Bodega Bay, off Wright’s Beach. A wonderful quiet time of good cheer. Then I drove down to Santa Cruz, music …
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I Just Called…
“…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 …
“Grandma! Grandma!”
Today is one of those memorable “Moments in History.” Something like the ones they write about in your local newspaper. On this date: In 1876, Lt. Col. Colonel George A Custer and his 7th Cavalry were wiped out by the Sioux and Cheyenne Indians in the Battle of the Little Bighorn in Montana. Ninety-one years …
Postcards from spring and summer
Sometime this spring, my two youngest grand-daughters had a school project to collect a few postcards from other people in the world. I put out the word to my friends and within days we were blessed by dozens of you, my friends, and friends of friends, taking the time to find a card, write a …
Half and Half
“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 …
…and the Cubs Win!
I was over at my daughter and son-in-law’s house this morning, keeping an ear out for my 4-year-old grandson playing in the next room. My fingers paused on the laptop keys as I waited for the creative juices to kick in. Please kick in. I wanted something fresh and funny for the upcoming open mic. …
Him Puts You on the Naughty List
This morning, all before 8:30 am. “Mimi, I can’t find my shoe,” Peyton, 6 years old, tells me, moaning, while standing in the dining room twirling the one shoe she does have round and round by the shoe laces. A perfect example of gravity if I ever saw one. “Keep looking, Peyton. It has to be somewhere,” I answered, …
Jack’s Suit
Do you see him there? The little guy in the dark blue suit. Carried into church by his Mama for his Auntie Karen’s wedding Fall breezes quietly tickling his cheek His bright speckled blue eyes missing nothing. . Katie’s got him right there in her lap of dreams Her little boy, full of wonder, in …
Batter Up!
First Game, World Series, 2014 Ball 1. Before we met, long before he was my husband, when he was just a kid, Matt was a bat boy for the Cubbies. My heart often wanders to him during baseball season. He was the super baseball fan – stats, hits, runs, errors, he knew them all. Until the …
Writer Paints 