We go to Costco to buy popcorn. And more. Always more. After deciding I don’t need them I loop back and pick up a yellow box of Dad’s Oatmeal Chocolate Chip cookies. (48 individually wrapped packages containing two cookies each.) Because school lunches. And childhood memories. When we get home I brew tea and dip…
Dare I dream that the green on the back lawn will grow larger with each passing day till it takes over and the white is nothing more than a memory? Dare I dream that this year will be different from the last and the slippery slope will level off so we can move on not…
I’m taking part in a 20 Minute A Day writing challenge with Story Circle Network where we write for fifteen minutes, edit for five, then send what we’ve written to our accountability group. This morning, I wrote a poem and thought I’d share it with you. January 4, 2022 Low cloud, feather-like flakes falling,…
What did we talk about Before? When we went about our days too busy or not busy enough carrying burdens big and small with enough leftover to take weight for a time from those whose load was too heavy. What did we talk about Then? Before we became Us and Them. When we listened and…
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. After taking in Makiya’s play; enjoying good conversation with Laurinda and her friend, Christina; bracketed by two days of driving; I’m happy to be home. My mom used to say that it’s nice to go away but it’s nicer to come home. She was right. I just couldn’t do…
