“Writing is the high alchemy of the soul that combines words and ideas to create magic.” Sharif Khan Tower of Twins was born April 16, 2015. I started a blog because I enjoy writing and think it’s no fun if no one reads what you write. And so here’s how I got started. First Blog Post Ever But I had a couple of other reasons … Continue reading It’s my first blogiversary
This will be a year of letting go for me. Not letting go of 10 or 20 pounds. Not letting go of any vice. I have not made any traditional kinds of resolutions. But a resolution I have made just the same. You know when it is time to let go. It might be of a relationship, a person who no longer cares or never did, … Continue reading The year of letting go
At noon we often gather in the conference room of our office suite for lunch. Some bring their food from home, and others like me who are less prepared run down to the college cafe and bring in our lunches on trays. Sometimes we talk about work, but try not to. One day recently a woman said, “I woke up last night with something on … Continue reading Blogging My Heart Out
I grew up in a house with a white picket fence. It was a literal white picket fence but was as much of a figurative white picket fence as there could be too. I grew up in the 60’s with a working dad, a stay-at-home mom, and four kids in an all American neighborhood where the families supported each other and the kids played together in each … Continue reading White Picket Fence
Our destination was a pink house at the end of a dusty road. When we arrived a three-legged dog would jump off the porch and run to greet us. He’d been hit by a vehicle some years before, thus losing a back leg. He didn’t seem to know he was one short. My family would get up early on a Sunday morning and get ready … Continue reading Pink House
One of my little granddaughter’s favorite places to go is Party City. She does love a party, and enjoys looking at all the colorful stuff for sale. It’s become one of “our” places. We get a buggy and walk the aisles slowly. I let her put anything she wants in the basket. “You can put it in the cart; we’ll decide about it later,” I tell her. … Continue reading Our children
From the time I was born until I was ten years old my family lived next door to Mr. and Mrs. Allison. We lived in a blue-collar, working class neighborhood where the men worked, the women stayed home, and the older folks mentored the young couples who were creating and raising the baby boom generation. Mr. and Mrs. Allison were one of the older couples. I … Continue reading Orange Slices
We all have baggage that we carry around. But unlike at the airport, we can’t just check it. We can stuff it under the seat in front of us or put it in the overhead bin, but it’s still ours. We own it. Sometimes, if we aren’t careful, our baggage becomes the ‘elephant in the room.’ If you aren’t familiar with that idiom it means “some fact of … Continue reading Carry-on baggage
Living in the moment becomes more important the older one gets. My 4-year-old granddaughter is teaching me that. She is playing t-ball for the first time this year. The other day I went to her practice. When I arrived she was “in the circle” standing just behind the “pitcher.” If you know t-ball then you know that the coaches actually do the pitching and the … Continue reading Play Ball!
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