A couple of years ago, I had an idea, as I approached “mid-life”, to create a podcast about embracing the opportunities and time that open up when you reach a certain age. As I look around, I see people in their forties and fifties are starting new careers, taking on new hobbies, and rekindling dreams […]
Lately, several friends of mine have commented on how “busy” I seem to be. In fact, I recently asked how many more months/years I have left on my commitment to a local nonprofit board and the response I received back was that they can see I have a lot going on (thanks social media) and […]
I found out this afternoon that I have angina – a cardiac condition that basically just means I have pain on exertion.
There are times, as a writer, when you have several projects started, and not many completed, and you start to wonder if this is really something you can do or if you are kidding yourself. When it gets really frustrating, you even search indeed.com for potential jobs. I am reassured today that I’m headed in […]
My oldest daughter calls me, sometimes several times a day, to tell me little things that happened to her – she got cut off in traffic, found a dollar on the sidewalk, has a job interview – they all have the same level of importance in terms of “must tell mom”. She also wears her […]
Look, let’s stop pretending that I am a person that does anything well on a daily basis. Back on April 12th I posted the fifth installment of what was supposed to be a daily poem series. I won’t get into the details, but there are quite a few things that many people might assume are […]
Four-Thirty On my way home the day he died I stopped at the store. Or the gas station, or the bank, I don’t remember now. The street corner, I remember, but I forget the business. I closed my car door, and glanced at my watch – 4:30 p.m. I wouldn’t make it home in time. […]
DIRT Beneath my Boychild’s fingernails, there is a trace of earth. Not quite enough to grow a seed, but it’s related. My manicure is also wrecked due to my love of dirt. I do have garden gloves somewhere, but I’m lazy.
QUIET There’s a kind of quiet unlike the quiet of a city. Not known by all, and not even remembered by most who knew it, until they return to it again. A city can be quiet, in its way, at night. Dogs asleep. Cars parked, and crickets sing louder than the hum of electricity. Walking […]
Today’s poem is a haiku. BURN Sparks fly from the urn. Smoke rising, carries soul words; TCOYOS night ends.