My grandmother, Nanny, died when I was 5, but I loved her with all my young heart. Even as a kindergartener, I could tell she was a gentle, kind, sweet, loving soul.
Since she died, I’ve talked to her in my head every so often, but she’s never visited me in my dreams. So, imagine my surprise when I wake up from a dream at four this morning with Nanny speaking urgently to me: “It’s behind the backyard at 525 Cramston. Go!” Continue reading
“What do you think it is?” my brother Jack asks. He’s in the middle of a 4-mile run even though he’s 68, his knees ache, and he biked 20 miles the day before with friends a decade younger.
I shrug, then take his question seriously. After all, I drove seven hours to visit my brother and his wife, and after perfunctory hellos, Jack takes off for a run and I begin a three-mile walk. Jack and I bump into each other a mile from his home; he pants while he asks the question. Continue reading
Emily opened the door to the bar. She hadn’t been to Barney’s Pub in years. In fact, 30 years now that she thought about it.
God, she must be old.
But in her defense, she left the little town of Barneysville when she was 18. Couldn’t wait to explore the real world. Continue reading
It all started with a gift.
Last year when we visited our son in CA, he was horrified that his dad, my guy, still refused to use a suitcase with wheels.
“Real men carry their bags,” my guy declared. Continue reading
Let it go
Feel the lightness of being
Be now not then
The wonder is here
Here is there and everywhere
Color your world
I’m walking toward a blogging break, coloring my world toward a creative revitalization. How do you color YOUR world? See you in March.
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