“…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 …
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Hey, Rob!
Today is my son’s birthday. My first born. We were living in Monterey back then, just up the street from the US Navy Language School. My husband Dave worked at a supermarket and attended junior college. We had a tiny duplex apartment close to the parks, Monterey Peninsula College and the sea. It was a …
“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 …
Dear Governor,
You didn’t know Jorge. He was just one of thousands of mentally ill patients living in one of your state mental health hospitals. I wonder sometimes how his sister, his only surviving relative, is doing. I wonder if she knows the truth about how and why he died. Jorge didn’t die from his heart disease, …
Sunday Morning
I’m sleeping. Sort of. I was tossing and turning all night. Stresses of the day added to a damn head cold. DING. Cell phone message alert. I think about rolling over to check it. It takes me a minute. Mom, could you come stay with Micah? He’s still sleeping and the rest of us are …
…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. …
Help Wanted: Radicals
No experience necessary. Must know in your heart what is right and what is not. Must be courageous, honest and peaceful on the treacherous road to peace and freedom. Must be willing to work with others. Little or no pay. Song writers and other writers will do well in this position. Possibility of going to jail and alienating friends and …
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 …
The Warmest Year
The experts say our planet had the warmest year ever. The warmest year since they’ve have been counting. My eye catches the clouds soaring over our dying tomato vines, Green and orange fruit still struggling to ripen. Raindrops drizzling their softness on the baby blue pool cover. And I wonder. What will the experts say about my saddest year ever?
Just One More Look
It was in the last few days of 1945, when Mr. Frank Shea was found cold and shivering one morning outside City Hospital. Pastor Dayton noticed Frank, helped him to his feet, and with the help of a nurse on her way in, they carried Frank off the sidewalk and into the hospital. 60 …
Writer Paints 