Dude on a Bike & #WATWB

On the bike, waiting for the traffic light to change… Me: Nice day for a bike ride. Dude on a Bike: Every day is a nice day for a bike ride. Me: Yes, I suppose…unless it’s snowing. Dude on a Bike: Only if it’s snowing hard. Me: I draw the line at 50 degrees. I’m a bit of a fair-weather biker. Dude on a Bike: I ride all year ’round, unless it’s snowing hard. Me: Do you have a fatRead more

A Worldly Warning

In another two weeks, lightness you shall seek from bloggers around the world. It’s the second leg of the blogfest peg, “We are the World” unfurled. Join us, please (I’m asking from both knees) with a noteworthy story of good Just one little link and a written wink for someone farthest from rude. A positive tale, all glory and hail, to those who make life grand. Of those who give us a smile and afford worthwhile love, kindness and aRead more

A Heartfelt Legacy

“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” ~Shannon L. Alder~ Sir Nicholas George Winton MBE (born Wertheim; 19 May 1909 – 1 July 2015) was Sa British humanitarian who organized the rescue of 669 children, most of them Jewish, from Czechoslovakia on the eve of the Second World War in an operation later known as the Czech Kindertransport (German for “children transportation”). Winton found homes for the children and arranged forRead more

One-Liner Visitation

“Will you keep visiting me?” Mom asked me this on Sunday. “Of course I will,” was my reply. What else would I possibly say? Visit Verb: To go to and stay with (a person or family) or at (a place) for a short time for reasons of sociability, politeness, business, curiosity, etc. To visit a friend; to visit family; to visit Paris.  ~Dictionary.com~ If only mom lived in Paris… Visiting family and friends is good for so many reasons –Read more

Foggy Limericks

“The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!” ~Bill Watterson~ So, Bill found us out, writers wrongfully sure Our ideas weak, unreasoned, far from pure I love the words you say I read your posts almost every day And in the dense fog seek, for there is a cure “Most of us live in a fog. It’s like life is aRead more

“I don’t know…”

Time spent with mom has been alternately difficult and smile-inducing the past few weeks. She falls deeper into a mind that forgets days and dates and confuses the people that have consumed her life. Her world-in-the-now grows smaller as her world from the past paints the larger portion of her landscape. I repeat (several times) to mom the day of the week that I’m there to visit and the month of my birthday. And of my brother’s birthday. Mom believes that she missedRead more