Above and Below What’s Lost

February 15th marks the two year anniversary of when I lost my mother at the age of 99-1/2. While I miss this dear woman, I am relieved and grateful that she is not sitting alone in a nursing home, without her daughter’s visits, while a pandemic rages on. Heaven above is where she belongs and earth below is where I must live and breathe and keep moving. I can plainly see Your smile from above The peace you must feelRead more

First World Problems

D Here I am with first world problems and woe I ran out of waffles the air conditioner died the cat puked on the bed it’s raining Netflix is not working How sad for me There they are with third world problems and woe They have little food, poverty the roof of a tiny shack leaks the noise of gunfire and bombs fill the air disease cuts through life eyes glaze, bereft of hope Here I am with first worldRead more

Tasting Times Two

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”  ~Anais Nin~ Exactly. Why wouldn’t we? In writing, we can relive happy childhood moments, feel the wrinkles of an elderly parent’s hand, witness the landscape of a bike trail, and taste the black smoothness of the best.cup.of.coffee.ever. No matter the genre of our writing, we somehow invoke memories, experiences, senses and the here-and-now to create the written word and taste life again. Yummy! What is on your tongueRead more