Centering Yourself

This is what’s on my mind … Home Getting centered Deadhead and Bedhead The Clover Express rolled in about 3, yesterday. Woohoo! We carried in a load of stuff that we could carry and was necessary … my purse, Chik Filet lemonade cups that still had lemonade that I drank last night, and were purchased…

Human Trafficking And Gun Violence

Maybe it is because guns are loud. You can hear them form a distance and their wounds include holes and blood and sometimes, guts. Gun violence gets noticed, especially if it happens at a school. Human Trafficking, in comparison, is a quiet crime. It happens in the shadows of our society, of the news. Yet,…

On the Road.

This is what’s on my mind … Backroads, Pecan trees, Pine trees, South Carolina, Georgia … those were what was on my mind yesterday afternoon. I am sitting in the lobby/breakfast area of the Holiday Inn Express in Milledgeville, Georgia. You say you haven’t heard from it? Neither had I until yesterday afternoon about 5….

God and Barbecue

This is what’s on my mind … When you live in the south, there are two things you believe in. God is one. Barbecue is another. Iam not sure if I even have that in the right order. You want to strike up a conversation with a stranger and all you have to do is…

What’s On My Mind

This is what’s on my mind … Though the sun is streaming into my office, casting wonderful shadows of blinds and shelves, te acups and a metal cow on my desk, my thoughts are in the realm of darker subjects. You know, so much of life can be seen on a light spectrum. We have…

The Basketball Story

This is what’s on my mind … My mind is Grand Central Station. Thoughts and ideas, needling pricks of uncertainty cross tracks with thoughts that tell me not to worry. Oh, and that photo? Do you think that is the front or back of Winston’s head? So how about that Virginia game? I didn’t watch…

Slithering Dreams of the Stink-Eye

This is what’s on my mind … At least this time Nick didn’t make me cry. He made me nervous as all get out, but I was only partially stunned by his behavior. Yes, sweet Nick. Man of few words but expert at zingers, doing dishes, raising tomatoes and back scratches. I had to get…

Grandma Moses

On this Day Three of Women’s History Month, I have selected a woman who has inspired and continues to inspire me.   At the age of around 58, I picked up a paint brush and said to myself, just paint. Give it a whirl.   That sounds like an easy thing to say, but it…

Glowing After Finishing Radiation … and life goes on

This is what is on my mind. Yesterday, I said final goodbyes to two bald women, one wearing a scarf, a blond beautician who rides a Harley, and my black friend with the hook hand, Willie. I finally learned his first name. I only knew him as Mr. Miller. I took homemade donuts for the…