Tom Sawyer’s River full of history, commerce, and danger is my river too. From a different time and place, the clay river mud pushes up through my naked toes and refuses to wash away without a good scrub. Bright sun bakes water polished stones along the sandy bank while the lapping wake washes in theContinue reading “The River”
I’ve been watching a couple of Eastern Bluebirds in my yard since spring. Against the backdrop of my neighbor’s barn, they’ve built their home inside a rustic gray bird house nailed against an ancient power pole. I watched as they worked days and days on end bringing back scraps of bark and twigs and string. Continue reading “To hear a bird song”
This guy is my dad. I get to spend the 4th of July with him (and my mom, brother and sister-in-law too.) He got a discount on his coffee at McDonald’s today because of what that hat represents. He’s a veteran and there was a time when he caught flack for that. It means aContinue reading “That Guy”
The Weather Channel had a picture of a cloud and lightning with raindrops in the 7 o’clock slot last night. We’ve been praying for rain all month and now it’s getting critical. I read in the newspaper that our small town only has minute’s worth of water in the tower it uses to supply the fireContinue reading “Dances with Rain”
It’s even better when the dad is wearing plaid swimming trunks.
My friend Amy gave birth to her fifth child at the age of 41. This baby has brought so much joy. I find myself thinking of the years of sacrifice it takes to get a newborn off to kindergarten. I remember the demands of being fully responsible for keeping another human being alive for thoseContinue reading “Transformations: A response”
Why is it, the same day I sign up for Weight Watchers Online, again, everyone wants to talk about food? Patti Digh, author of Life is a Verb talks about slowing down and actually enjoying a meal. Life flies by to the speed of three meals a day while we multitask our way toContinue reading “Thank you for this food, Amen.”
Yesterday was beautiful though the day started aimlessly and a little bit sad. Steve and Jessie showed up in the afternoon and we brought out Grandma’s green and white star quilt to sit on the sunlit grass in the front yard facing the road. Motorcycles and convertible cars cruised past as we played with the dogs,Continue reading “A Blanket on the Ground”