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I live in a very dry place. But I have family who live in the tornado/flood zone of Texas. I worry about the weather because they are in it. I worry about extreme weather because it’s just going to get … Continue reading
The disk is full and must be reformatted. That’s what my brain is telling me each night as it scatters and misfires and returns to the same strange waking dreams. My brain needs a break. I know what is required. … Continue reading
Early childhood memories are so rare. I remember a few things. One is the frustration my mother felt trying to run a brush through my curly hair while I screeched loudly in protest. Funny how I remember, not my pain, … Continue reading
Friendly messages scrawled in chalk on the sidewalk included “hi” in cursive. Amazed at seeing cursive from what I would presume is a child’s sidewalk art, I stopped and took a photo. You never know what kids are capable of … Continue reading
He believed in the dinner hour. He wanted his dinner ready when he got home from work, and he wanted every person in the family there, at the table, and ready to join in evening prayers and eat together. He … Continue reading
My grandma is a biker. I love saying that to people. She doesn’t ride a motorcycle, so I’m exaggerating a bit when I say it. She actually putts around on a Vespa. It’s painted blue and she coordinated her helmet … Continue reading
I get attached to trees. Especially trees I plant myself, although any tree might do. Sometimes when I go to places I lived before, I drive by my old house. Not because I care about the house, – I want … Continue reading
Before the dawn, Before the sun, When the air is blue And the night fades, Before the alarm, Before the coffee, When the house is quiet And only the birds converse, That is when I feel most whole, Most truly … Continue reading
She struggled with the flash. Honestly, these technological things were so hard. So frustrating. Why wasn’t there a fella in her life to take care of these hard things for her? She wanted to throw the whole contraption out the … Continue reading