These are strange days. The earth doesn’t seem to be spinning as fast, yet the moon rises and we rest awaiting another day and the wonder of…… Read more “Strange Days”
Karen and I just got back from Edmond where we won a medal in mixed doubles. Karen thinks we should get money rather than medals. I remind…… Read more “Why Do I Play Pickleball?”
Word. Word is a strange word…the longer you stare at it, the odder it becomes. Stranger still is the moment you hear correct words in a…… Read more “Midnight Confession”
My son texted me last night and said, “We have some really big news.” This is life; we are born and given a name without our approval,…… Read more “I’m Younger Than That Now”
While Brandon was home this winter he was imitating a Coast Guard cutter on our frozen pond, whacking the ice from a kayak with a double-bladed oar.…… Read more “The Technology of 1,000 Spoons”
It gives me great pause to consider that President Trump, (if I had written that a year earlier, I would have typed LOL after Trump), enters the White House with infinitely more hubris than any predecessor, even without hearing as yet, Hail to the Chief.
These are the salad days of my son and daughters, my nephews and nieces, not that they are cold and green, rather that it’s their heyday, their…… Read more “Early in the Day of Cold and Green”