I toss the blanket aside heading to my bedroom to dress. “Can I wear pajama pants?” I ask Stella. ‘Seems very disrespectful’ she indicates with a wide yawn. … More In the beginning …
My focus for 2020. What’s yours?
As the Christmas season wraps up with the Feast of the Epiphany, I’m often struck by how Joseph felt, what he thought. This is a bit of musing about Joseph and his perspective on the Christmas miracle. It has been the craziest couple of weeks. But they fit perfectly with the insanity of the past … More Will he call me Dad?
Our eyes meet as the paramedics jog the gurney away from me down the dreadfully long hall hurrying toward the waiting ambulance. I attempt a reassuring aspect but fail miserably. His color changes from pasty white to gray in an instant. He struggles to breathe. I hold my breath. I swallow a sob as I … More A blink
Rain droplets on my windshield obscure her face, it’s her platinum blond hair that catches my eye. I have a quick impression of a young woman, possibly a college student? A stylish, chunky knit hat is pulled tight to her brows against the frosty rain. The hat sports a pompom the size of a grapefruit … More The Opportunity
Hard, butterscotch candy tried to end me. “Never eat these unless you ask first,” Mom warned. Immediately, those golden pieces of heaven with matching cellophane called my name.
Everybody must get stoned … a most invasive earworm. Bob Dylan’s quirky song Rainy Day Women #12 and 35 topped the 1966 pop charts. I was a toddler.
I’m very excited to announce I was a prize winner for a local writing competition The Phidian Art Club of Dixon, Illinois Literary Competition. A very special friend encouraged me to submit a story – I hesitated but decided to give it a shot. I was very excited and humbled to place in my first … More A Season of Angels – edited
I’m lobbying to protest a Tax Bill proposing public dollars pay for elective abortions. … More Full Disclosure
Imitated each step. Followed every instruction. I struggle to prepare a meal to her perfection. I don’t possess the patience or skill to achieve mom’s cooking precision. She didn’t leave me her magic wand.