Adult Stretchy Athletic Pants

“This is not a game.” How often have we heard that in TV, movies or elsewhere? Today, it’s a mantra of some, taking the health of self and humanity seriously. Others, perhaps not so much, and this is where I struggle deeply. With pastors that still want their church pews filled, with politicians who promise a timeline of return to “normal” or refuse to shut down an election, and with people who continue to defy social distancing and safety practicesRead more

Three Times

Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time. ― Marthe Troly-Curtin It’s Sunday as I type, and eight inches of expected snow is falling to the ground. White and fluffy and accumulative. Meanwhile, a marathon of NCIS Los Angeles is playing on the TV and Gibbs the cat can’t make up his mind if he’s needy, hungry or needy. It is all I can do to not “waste time” on the couch. Lay sideways. Nap. Watch TV. It’s that kind ofRead more

Home

“I want to go home. Can you take me there?” She wants to see her mom and dad. “Not today,” the daughter replies. So she sits in a blue cloud of sad. “No one here will take me home.” Her expectations always dashed. “Maybe next week,” the daughter consoles. But next week is never cashed. “I need to go home soon.” “I don’t remember pa’s face.” “Me neither,” the daughter fibs. She has forgotten he left the living race. “WhatRead more

Origins: Reconnecting

That laugh! As I listened to it echo through the phone, the 22 years of a lost connection melted away. I instantly remembered a sound that I had long forgotten – it was the laughter of friendship. Later, as this friend and I met and hugged and reminisced at a local Starbucks, the fond memories of years past came flooding back…awash with shared meals and adult refreshment, a trip to Canada, card games, watching her children grow, and pondering whyRead more

Parental Admiration

Weekly Photo Challenge: Show us someone or something you admire (and tell us about them, too)! Hands down, I admire my parents the most. Evan and Pauline. They met and and began dating while both were working at the Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea Company (A&P grocery store) in the early 1950’s. Evan was a manager and Pauline a bookkeeper. When my father was transferred to a store in the small burg of Waupaca, he decided that my mother should followRead more

Cherished: Memories in a Plastic Box

I had plenty of cherished objects to choose from for the subject of this post: A china doll that belonged to my grandmother; a pouting stool painted by my father; an orange bicycle in the garage; jewelry from a friend; a chest of drawers that belonged to a great aunt. What I eventually chose was this: My cherished object is not one thing, it’s a collection. A collection of photos. In plastic, rectangular boxes. Memories of childhood, parents, trips, cousins, neighbors, weddings, friends,Read more

Thirteen Plus Two

Weekly Photo Challenge: Share a photo of “Family.” This is mom’s family. Thirteen children. Led and loved by two German immigrants. Mom often refers to her mother as “a saint” for cooking, cleaning and raising thirteen children, and for taking care of her husband. When mom talks about her father, she speaks of his work ethic and the wine he made in the basement. Mom also reflects on the garden that helped feed this brood and the brother that wasRead more

I Remember . . . The House

Weekly Writing Challenge: I Remember Set a countdown timer for 10 minutes, choose one of the writing prompts below, and just start writing. Whatever you do, don’t stop for ten minutes. Keep your fingers typing. Write what you remember. It need not be accurate — it’s your memory. Do not judge. You got this.  Your earliest memory. Capture every detail. Write for 10 minutes. Go. It was an older, two-story house on a prominent corner. She was three or four. She could see the neonRead more

94

Mom turns 94 on August 6th. She is the last surviving child from a family of 13. She has not seen her mother and father for a very long time. She has outlived her husband. In her 94 years, mom lived through the Great Depression and Prohibition. She traveled to Cuba and became best friends with one of her sisters. She met and married my father. She worked as a bookkeeper and a domestic engineer. In her 94 years, MomRead more