(28 of 50) Forgive me for just a moment, for not being fluffy, funny or pointless. This is a particularly important day for me, historically, as an American and as an Air Force brat. Today is June 6. On a pretty day in summer, 64 years ago, a whole lot of men, young and old, [...]
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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Lap Dog, originally uploaded by tigerwillow. (17 of 50) My 40 lb. lap dog, Miss Lucy. She is not allowed on the couch unless in a lap, so it works out [...]
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(16 of 50) I lost my mama in 2003. So for her, I will try to remember the good times, even though there was thousands of bad times to try and forget. As I sit here today, I think I would withstand some bad times just to have her back for a few hours, to [...]
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(3 of 50) I just need a small space here to grieve publically over something that has been lost to me. I thought I would get over it by now, but I haven’t. Writing might help. Starting just after I separated from my husband, I started making a patchwork quilt for my son. I hoped [...]
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I wrote some letters today. Here are snippets for public viewing. 1. February is bittersweet for me. January is a snowplow – all the leftover pent-up energy and procrastinated chores, the Boy’s birthday (which of course must be a standalone event, not at all like Christmas), and then the annual convention for my company. We [...]
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I have learned to walk. Twice. Once as a baby, like everyone else. Once as a six-year-old. I had to relearn to walk because the paralysis that came with polio erased my muscle memory. It’s harder the second time, trust me. But because I got up again and walked, ran, skipped, danced, rode, jogged, tramped, [...]
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One of my bloggy friends – a woman I know only because I like her writing – is a walking miracle. And I love a good story. Read her latest story, in her words, in chronological order, with apologies for perhaps plagiarizing too much of her blog into mine: Boxes Frightened News Questions Memo
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Dan Fogelberg died yesterday. And I am sad. This article gives a briefing. His official website has a link to The Living Legacy, a fan site I believe. I saw him in concert with a girlfriend in 1979. We swooned – it was an acoustic solo concert. Piano and guitar. For two hours, he enthralled [...]
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It’s all around us all the time. But this time of year, the matters of life and death are on our minds more poignantly, and I have to wonder why. Both in a shake my fist at the sky kind of way, and a tender headtilt “there, there” kind of way. Death. A car ran [...]
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Thanks, Jette, Chip and esteemed panel. This entry is a Holidailies “Best of…” I miss my dad. I miss him more than I miss my mom. I’m not sure why. It’s not because I favored one over the other. I’m sure I do but it might be more about that gender identification thing. I *am* [...]
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