Sunday morning, obviously 

Of every other day of the week, Sunday should really smell like bacon and coffee.  Really.  About a year ago, I let go of my frantic grasping of vegetarian eating with the startling realization that even adherence to that noble gastric discipline takes lives.  This morning I stand quietly in my kitchen peeling the wrapping […]

What’s A Writer To Do?

Happy New Year!  I’ve been writing a book.  A memoir, if you’re asking me what sort of book it is.  Someone once told me that everyone has at least one story to tell but I believe that within the one story there are hundreds or maybe thousands of stories.  That is encouraging to me.  There […]

Dear Terrorist

I woke up this morning thinking of you, so I thought I would drop you a line.  I write to you not knowing who you are or where you are so how to reach you is unclear. I imagine you are young.  I am a grandmother.  I hope this is not a deterrent to you […]

Guarantees

Startling and unconscionable.  When I think about all that has occurred in the past two days, the uncertainty of day-to-day existence is flagrantly empty of any hint of guarantees.  Which is why my dear friends, the moments we live are so very, very precious. Wherever I am at this moment, is what unfolds for me […]

Transitions

The little girl never knew how small and vulnerable she was.  She lived in a world that seemed to her both vast and uncomplicated, immense in scale and minute in detail.  And all this within herself, coexisting in perfect balance.  For a long time she never saw a problem with this arrangement.  The boldness of […]

Waiting

Waiting for something real, better, more fulfilling or true can occupy a lot of emotional real estate.  Looking forward to the future is fine if the looking does not evolve into living for the future or in the past.  Neither exists really, so where does that leave you? While you wait for, oh, the sun […]

Child Eyes

Child eyes eager filled with all things now Never look the other way What happens becomes eternal Questions asking why asking when asking how Years adjust the query As the seeker’s eyes grow weaker Child eyes eager Taking captive what is here Tendrils hope the hold is worthy Breaking free of what seems The only […]

hope

hope is a whisper in the darkness of disaster brilliant in unimaginable ways persistent and undaunted when humanity is tossed within the morass that evil fosters hope seems always to reappear stronger, bolder outcome notwithstanding what must be two sides to a coin balanced on a minted edge like a thousand others hope is a […]

The LexitronVT1303

Dear Diary: I used to be afraid of computers. The first one we ever owned lived in our den, which was actually a converted garage. It was cold in the garage-den. How cold was it?   During one typical Missouri winter, we stored our perishables in there when the refrigerator died. The computer was happy there. There […]