A Light Spirit

This morning, I wasn’t going to write. Wean yourself off of it, myself said to itself. Just live and stop the dribble. And then, I read a comment that was written by one of our readers, and it said that I was such an inspiration, which was very nice, sweet, and kind. Sitting here in…

Experience Is Portable

When we moved to my new beloved South, I threw out big box after big box of newspapers and magazines where my articles appeared. It was a virtual history of my world, my life, in writing. It was also a history of my writing timely pieces. I recall the first one published that had national…

Prom

There you go, Debbie Simpson. You asked for it, I delivered. My junior prom photo. Larry Schneeman was my date. I believe he had recently broken up with someone, so he invited me. It was a one-out date. Larry was a very nice guy. I don’t remember much about the night except he had car…

Stars, Stripes and A New Year

There is nothing like the first day of the new year, going through some boxes that you haven’t seen in a long time, and finding a couple of Stars and Stripes, a photo of bomb ruin buildings and Hitler’s house in Berchtesgaden, taken by your dad. And seeing his handwriting. That did it for me….

My Gardening Life

It was only for a moment, but what a a fun moment it was. I looked up at the feeder and there was a red headed bird with a black body … a Pilates woodpecker!! Another bird came and Mr. Piliated scrammed. Oh, I would have loved to look at him a little longer. I…

Gardening As Life

This morning I set the table for the birds. I decided to remove the big bowl of water and put it elsewhere, and put bird seed on the wicker table top. Yes, it is messy. But it is an experiment. Sometimes experiments are messy. Some explode. Instead of sitting on the edge of the table,…

The War Within

On several occasions in my life, I have thought the world was going to end. So far, it hasn’t. By all rights, if you look at mankind, many of the “leaders” (I say that loosely), the world has seen, it is amazing that it hasn’t. So far, someone or someone’s, have stepped in to make…

Layers of Sounds and Life

Layers of sound are competing for my attention. Remember when, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” were the layers you heard. I remember thinking, on this days when the cacophony of life was almost too much for me, I wanted to change my name. Now, when I hear a tyke saying, “Mommy,” it sounds so sweet. The cicadas…

Corn Fritters … People … The Old Fart

This is what’s on my mind … Shhh …I am not awake yet. I am just up and moving along with my day. My eyes are blurry and my brain seems to be walking behind me, like royalty. I’ve walked the gardens.The Boy is still sleeping with Nick. I am sure that TheBoy is glad…

My Butterfly Friend … and Going Bohemian

This is what’s on my mind … Mad Scientist My Butterfly Friend Bohemian Style Who would have guessed it? I have turned into a mad scientist. I am not actually, mad … I am in a pleasant enough states of mind. But I am into concoctions. Gardening concoctions. Don’t laugh. I am going to try…