Category Archives: REALITY

Love trimming the hedges, it feels like I’m sculpting large blobs of green clay with a large electric pallete knife.  From a bush or two I sit, catch my breath, look around, slide inside for to read a page or … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’d forgotten how single can mean sleeping on the couch and the laptop volume on in the living room and eating when you notice your hands shaking. Nice. Continue reading →

Interesting transitioning taking place on a small scale here, as we enter Day 5 of the Red Tailed Hawk Cryin’ Marathon.  Mainly settled into the trees across the street since Saturday, two young hawks called each other into our own … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Mama turkey leading four little ones walks right by me as I sat reading, or trying to, with the radio blasting in the waybackyard from the only neighbors who don’t seem to realize that quiet country evenings are for turkeys…oh, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I do love nature, the backyard, the sky, the vegies now plump and full and the cilantro and dill finally showing themselves to the world, the cardinals and titmice and sparrows and chickadee-dee-dees and my good friend the hummer.  I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I see my Dziadziu, my father’s father, standing at the highboy in their bedroom where he’s motioned me to follow him in from the rest of the folks in the kitchen.  He slides open a small drawer at the top, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I am a bad person.  A failure as a wife.  Tomorrow my husband is going away for a week and I’m happily planning breakfasts of tacos and dinners of black cherries and chocolate ice cream. Computer guts spread all over … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Watching the news, an event happening at Warsaw Park in Ansonia makes me look up from the laptop at the mention of the name.  It takes a few seconds to realize that I would never recognize it in the daytime … Continue reading → Continue reading →

We affect what we read, change it, adapting it to the influence of experience to make it personalized and in motion instead of static and flat. Just so, our reading affects our reality. Saul Bellow’s character of Henderson has left … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometimes I think that I communicate better with, and understand more easily, species other than my own.  The male hummingbird came to the feeder this morning then came over to me, hovering, asking Hey, when are you going to refill … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The garden looked too dark in this morning’s light, and empty; not the image that inspired the path of thinking along those who live in cities and those who don’t.  These are peach trees, overgrown because for several years I’ve … Continue reading →

As some of you know, I’ve been through a three-year heartbreaking battle in probate court with a sister.  The estate attorney was recommended to me by my closest friend who also, like me, has two sisters, but was wise enough … Continue reading →

Tap dancer on the TV set and soon the separate cells that make up heart have synchronized and tap, tap along.  A feeling in just a flash of time goes backward, backward long a long, long way.  I’ve always loved … Continue reading → Continue reading →