Jan
23
Flopsy
January 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment
There is an agreeable stuffed bunny character that sits atop a chair back directly across the living room from my Mother-In-Law’s recliner. Years ago, when my Mother-In-Law was severely ill and in the hospital, my daughter gave her this talisman of love and encouragement. Flopsy is the bunny’s name, and she faithfully gazes across the […]
Jan
23
Two Four Barrels
January 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment
Please accept this story as a gift. It is intended to most certainly be that. Gifts mark an occasion, of course–they commemorate. This one marks an occasion for me. Perhaps you have a similar one marked. Enjoy this, please. Enjoy all of yours. Time moves us all along the endless road. ________________________________________ It was a […]
Jan
23
Service Station
January 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment
Have you ever had something so good, so you, so real, in your life that you wished you could will it back into being? That you needed to will it back into being? Ahhh, if only…. May you evolve to a point where, in whatever way, you become able to do so. Life does this […]
Jan
23
Frosty
January 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment
Looking through some long-neglected pane of glass. The house it was a part of stood by the edge of a declining precipice on the rim of an evening, lightly fog-shrouded valley. Many of the windows were broken, but not this one. Much of the old, yellow-white siding was rotting, and one side of the structure […]
Jan
18
Clouds
January 18, 2011 | Leave a Comment
Clouds. Mr. Robert Frost alluded to them through his “sorrow” with: “Not yesterday I learned to know/The love of bare November days/Before the coming of the snow,/But it were vain to tell her so,/And they are better for her praise.” So bring the tears and bring the laughs. It can go both ways with those […]
Jan
16
Priorities
January 16, 2011 | Leave a Comment
Priorities. We all face them. Run here. Run there. Miss a chance to be with someone we love because of another “priority.” We’re so damn smart—-or so we think. The night my father died, I was with him earlier . The day had been a horror of ambulance trip, emergency room, blurred visits with my […]
Jan
11
Beaver Pond
January 11, 2011 | Leave a Comment
You had to know just where to pull over on the side of the ancient mountain dirt road. Just which two trees to walk between to be on the right path. The path to Beaver Pond–about a mile back in the deep woods. Maples and basswoods and undergrowth , and the trail winding left, then […]
Jan
10
Somethin’s Happinin’ Here
January 10, 2011 | Leave a Comment
Buffalo Springfield. Cream. Vanilla Fudge. Which car did they go with? It’s that way with me. Hear a song, connect it with my car at the time, then with friends, moments. Connect the dots. They always come full circle. Past and present. When I was a teenager, I wondered what I would feel like inside […]
Jan
9
K
January 9, 2011 | Leave a Comment
K sits askew in her oversize recliner. At 92, she is so small and frail that I am reminded of one of the characters Lily Tomlin played in Laugh-In—Edith Anne–she too was dwarfed by her chair. K is askew because her scoliosis bends the center of her body sharply forward so much that the back […]
Jan
9
I Want
January 9, 2011 | Leave a Comment
If you have given in to the incessant barrage of television, radio, and print commercials, you might be dashing off to the nearest furniture store, car dealership or mega grocery giant to satisfy the wild needs you have for the “I wants.” Somehow unable to live a moment longer without that new leather couch or […]