Today is Father's Day I wish my husband Happy Father's Day, proud of the men I am so thankful for, that he helped our sons become. I wish my oldest son Happy Father's Day, proud of the father he is to his own sons who will one day be Fathers in their own right. I wish … Continue reading A Day For Fathers
Though I know spring is right around the corner, and I look forward to the rebirth of nature's bounty and for some of you, the births of new little ones who'll soon be pitter-pattering on your hearts can't come soon enough...I just can't help but bitch about this particular time change; and never more this … Continue reading HooK LiNe and SinKer
The five stages of grief 1. Denial 2. Anger 3. Bargaining 4. Depression 5. Acceptance 1 There has been no denial... ...there was no doubt death was coming 2 There has been anger... ...but it's an exhausting emotion 3 There was a little bargaining... ...too close to self-blaming to be tolerated for long 4 There … Continue reading yabba-D.A.B.D.A.-doo the numbers
The service is done The tears shed Ashes placed His final bed Pride in my family Not the least of which, Mom Who honored my father With dignified Calm Standing Room Only His life well represented Laughter the keystone Not a life being lamented Notes to be written Soups to be made We dreaded the … Continue reading The Epilogue
Spending your oldest child's 30th birthday alone (if you don't count wine and Adele) is NOT a good idea. Geesh! Then again...it can be quite a ride on the Mommy Memory Train Happy 30th son...it's been quite a ride so far.
I read a post today that transported me That happens quite often doesn't it? To all of us? We'll hear a tune drifting out the open windows of a passing car and no longer are we standing on a hot sidewalk in line at the ATM, but magically taken to an 'out of school for the … Continue reading One stop on the memory train
Yes, this was the day The day to end all days The moving day from Hell Needless to say...the boxes are still boxed Christmas shall come and Christmas shall go There's always next year Where are the Elves when you REALLY need them? 😳
It's official...we're on the road again. Tradin' in 'Ya can't get theyah from heeyah' for 'Ya'll come back now, y'hear?' The Green Mountains of Vermont, the land of my birth...to the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Before the snow flies and on the wings of the snow birds, we'll be gone. Naturally, this meant another … Continue reading On The Road Again
Five & Twenty years today What seems like only yesterday You made our family whole that day Second born & second son But unique you are, second to none You favor both your Dad and Me Your brother? Lord, you two are like peas Gramp? Ha, have you seen your ears? With lobes like that … Continue reading Five and Twenty
For some New England states, the lack of development makes for an inconvenient truth...there is a high price for beauty. Of all the states that make up New England, Vermont pays a higher price for its pristine vistas and unspoiled landscapes, than do the others. That's not a scientific fact, but as one who has lived … Continue reading A Day Out with Superman and Lois – Part II
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and … Continue reading The Cab Ride
There are times, quite often in fact, when we let our experiences dictate the path of our lives. Usually, the bad ones, or the self-destructive ones…it’s surprisingly harder to stand up than it is to fall down. I’m sharing Kyle’s post DEMON for the very reason that I struggle daily with my own demons and it’s always comforting to know I am not alone. Equally so, to have a friend who can bear the naked truth of the dark side of some of our choices yet show there is light to be found…IF we are willing to look. Thank you Kyle.
they’re a bunch of fucking natives, and they spout all this hippie shit about self-discovery and journeys into my soul and what-not. i nod politely and agree, but just so as to be polite. i don’t want to offend them, but its all a load of crap as far as i’m concerned. i’m here for the trip of my life. i’ve heard about these mushrooms, ever since i started taking drugs. the most powerful hallucinogenic on the planet. the trip of a lifetime. they are legendary and until now, i wasn’t even sure they existed at all.
i look at the pile of goo the old woman spits onto the plate. i understand why she has to chew the mushrooms first. she has been doing this for years, and there are enzymes in her saliva that will break down the mushrooms and prevent me from vomiting too much. novices have…
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Thunder claps. The only alarm that ever could, wake me. I could sleep (provided I am sleeping) through the most annoying man-made alarm out there. But give me a good clap of thunder and awake, out of bed, and standing at the wide-open front door I am. In a flash. One thing I do not … Continue reading It’s Electric