The Bargain Struck By Heaven and Hell

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

The Happily To Ever After

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

The Courage in Waking Up

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

We sing to the find the beauty, we fight to find the song

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

The lies of a fine place worth fighting for

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