Category Archives: REALITY

First, the recorded phone message from UPS that tells me to have a check ready for a COD shipment.  Listening to the recording, pen in hand ready to write down the amount, I wait through a 30-digit shipment ID number … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A phone call from my lawyer, who after many discussions with my former lawyer (who is still my other sister’s–the good one’s–lawyer), says that yep, I’m right on the figures and there are three things they will be asking the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There are some days, a handful, maybe six a year at most, that make the thought of dying quite impossible and yet the thought comes too that if these last few breaths were of the lilac-laden breeze and warmed by … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I have to say that I’m real proud of my niece, Erica, mother of three, and looking not much older than her own soon-to-be-teenaged daughter, to have taken part in this 101 kilometer Mountain Bicycle Race in Ronda, Spain where … Continue reading →

I just can’t fight the truth any longer. The world spins in a different direction than I do and I’ll accept that I’m the one who’s whacked out. Continue reading →

It swoops low through the branches at the bottom edge of the yard.  It’s big, I see that.  And black.   It rounds a slow sloop just in front of the cedar.  Up the hill still rounding the short side of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

In facing the loss of all a computer holds these days, replacing papers and photos and lists and thoughts, I looked around and wondered about reaction. Of course I felt the fool in not having backed up all the files … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Early morning thinking isn’t as profound in spring and summer; sunlight dissipates, reduces musings to a silly few. Thinking of the writing, stories, unpublished mid-age angst and anger possibly lost within a metal box, and yet, where would they be … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Long scratches, points of bleeding on my arms.  Back to caring, back to fighting bushes back to claim the yard.  Allowed one year to make their way into the space beyond the earth they’re planted in, they go astray.  Wild … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I would think there can be no better news today than this: baby Justin, five days old, is holding his own against the world. Continue reading →

Indigo bunting at the feeder brings an excited Come here, Gibb, and see this! Dear friends fly in to welcome a brand new grandson.  Within hours the little one is fighting for his life. We wait.  It’s all we can … Continue reading → Continue reading →

To feel the warm earth in my fingers, to smell it.  To push the muscles past the point of pain in preparation of a garden.  To gauge the blossoms on the branches and trim the laggers.  To sit with paper … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The bluebirds finally nest within a house we built.  That pestering squirrel, perhaps the heavy rain through a neglected roof forces them away. Peach trees promising breaking harvests with an overdose of bright pink blossoms.  Frosts predicted for the nights … Continue reading → Continue reading →