The Holy Day has arrived, and I am giddier than Kirk Cousins' real estate agent. Before I rant and rave about the Lucky 17, I gots a top five non St. Patrick's related thoughts in 'me noggin this morning. 1- I picked up a shake for my son at Mickey D's yesterday and I gotta… Continue reading The Bargain Struck By Heaven and Hell
Monica Roget took to the lectern and spoke of the complicated nature of history. It was a spell of words whose curlicued resonance spoke of strength through tragedy. It wasn't a speech so much as it was evidence of a torch's ability to light up the darkest night. Monica's words possessed savvy and pluck, passion… Continue reading Sunflower
It took me fifty one years to really get Jane Austen. The girl could write the snow off the top of Mt Kilimanjaro with the kind of fiery passion that a thousand year love affair couldn't match. Her demurely driven portrayal of female equanimity belied the wicked apple martini that a sensuous purr can serve up, after… Continue reading The Happily To Ever After
They woke up with tomorrow on their minds. Seventeen mornings . . seventeen "I love you's" to someone they held close to their hearts . . seventeen schedules filled with classes and afternoon practices . . seventeen place mats . . seventeen phones chiming with everyday chatter from friends and loved ones . . seventeen… Continue reading The Courage in Waking Up
I wrote this in a comment on another blog recently. I decided to jot it down because it was speaking to me, rather loudly. Sometimes I push the words, and sometimes the words push me. These ones made themselves known across a fleeting precipice of my imagination meeting up with my thoughts and starting a… Continue reading We sing to the find the beauty, we fight to find the song
I remember going to my kid's elementary school a few days after the September 11th attacks. I had asked my daughter's teacher if I could come in to help out and she informed me that there was a schedule for such things. Still, she took mercy on me because she knew about the stir I… Continue reading The lies of a fine place worth fighting for
If is such a wickedly precarious word. If is an anomaly of diction in that it is neither here nor there, and yet it elicits a gamut of emotions. For this story, If is a heart wrenching tale of what might have been . . . if only. If only he had waited. It wasn't his style, to… Continue reading If only . . .