“Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older…” Remember when the Beach Boys sang this – and we all agreed? What were we thinking? Back in the day – before all of his legal problems, when so many of us … Continue reading
“Me and Bobby McGee,” a song I have probably heard more than a thousand times over the past 50-plus years – finally just struck a solid blow to my heart. Seriously, I never cared for it. That might even be … Continue reading
Have you ever had this? That is a little question my daughter and I have always used to validate our own experience when we fear it is just something only happened to us. As an aside, I must add (not … Continue reading
Many autumns ago, driving through a rural area, I noticed the bare tree limbs resembled the lingering smoke in the sky after a fireworks display. It inspired this poem.
Exhibit A of why you never see travel specials for a “fall foliage tour” of North Texas is this first picture- a typical autumn in the Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas. Yes, every few years, we get an early frost … Continue reading
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Memory.Okay, not the most attention-grabbing opening sentence. But, hey, I’m just coming off a long dry spell (okay, writer’s block). So, it’s a start. Many songs reference remembrances – either caressing or cursing them: * The Way We Were” – … Continue reading
This year, I broke down and added A Christmas Story to my holiday movie collection so I could watch it all night, (I mean, literally all night – 24 hours on Christmas Eve), like in the old days (when … Continue reading
Seriously, the only thing making me sick is the word virtual. I am truly just so sick of hearing about virtual concerts, virtual conventions, virtual fairs. For cryin’ out loud, even the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade will be virtual this … Continue reading
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Today marks the ?anniversary of what they called “Victory over Japan Day” or “V-J Day,” when Japan surrendered in World War II, basically bringing that world conflict to an end on…
Society has a whole new set of rules. A retired friend recently returned to work – a feat in itself that I find nearly miraculous, since I can’t even get an interview at a used book store – but, that’s … Continue reading
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In the old days (read “when I was a child”), most people called the electric bill their “light bill.” Because, lights were pretty much the primary leeches of that magic current…
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Don’t assume, Do not think for a single minute that there is another human on this planet who cares as much about you as you care for them. Be it friend…
Don’t assume, Do not think for a single minute that there is another human on this planet who cares as much about you as you care for them. Be it friend or family, It is not likely they think about … Continue reading
So, here comes Father’s Day – a Hallmark holiday I always dreaded as a child, because I didn’t have a father. No, I wasn’t a test tube baby or anything. My parents divorced just shy of my fourth birthday. Mom, … Continue reading
When this Coronavirus insanity ends… When retail stores throw open their doors… When kids go back to school, and parents return to work… When the world at large reopens… When devastation and isolation turn to celebration… And we trust these … Continue reading
In his first inaugural address in 1933, President Franklin D. Roosevelt said, “… the only thing we have to fear is…fear itself…” So true. The danger is in the fear.
I was recently privileged to be invited to a Golden Wedding Anniversary of some dear friends. The guy who served as best man in 1969 was at the party, and stood to toast, and say a few words. He began … Continue reading
Perhaps one of the few (maybe only) advantages of living alone is you may double-dip without worry. Go ahead. Scoop that chip in the five-layer dip. Take a bite, and dip the same chip in again. I don’t, however, recommend … Continue reading
On this date in 1977, after waiting and praying over the long holiday weekend, I was officially told by my obstetrician that the baby I had carried for five months had died in utero. I had not felt her kick … Continue reading
After quite a dry spell – not so much writer’s block as, at worst , starter’s block; at best, finisher’s block, I realized I had to write something – anything. So, with nary a nod to nasty politics, I thought … Continue reading
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