Acting like a child, is that regarded as good? In our family, not…
The zoo’s bald eagle stares back at me from his perch Symbol of freedom
When I read someone else’s memoirs of their sister, I run a mental commentary alongside their words. If this weren’t a library book, if it was my own paperback copy, perhaps I would scribble my reactions in the margins. Describing the author and her sister’s matching outfits in 1960s style, and recalling the fact thatContinue reading “sisterhood”
Over the course of this year, a New Testament scripture returns to my mind over and over again. God has given each of us the ability to do certain things well…(from Romans 12: 6, in the New Living Translation) Wondering: Do you think I’ll ever learn to stop comparing myself (and what I am ableContinue reading “varying talents”
Butterflies are fierce! A sports team called the Monarchs should employ mascot.
Ev’ry day of life is National Coffee Day! No coupons needed!
Well… this blog is mostly sitting by itself in a corner these days. Originally part of a plan for my memoir-writing project, it’s still here, patiently waiting for some love… meanwhile, I’ve returned to work in my small business, which (in turn) was gathering dust in our covid-world. Hence, an overdue Haiku: “One thing atContinue reading “Dusty”
I’m not in charge here — why they want me to decide, is a mystery…
Rainstorms pouring down My eyes can’t imitate them Too dry for tears now
Back home, lightning bugs appeared in droves, summer nights, on my fingertip.