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The Blessings of Pink – In Pink, She Had Wandered for a Time & Inside the Pink Purse of a Five-Year-Old & When She Sang, She Brought Tears to My Eyes
In Pink She Had Wandered for a Time My oldest granddaughter, the firstborn of my firstborn, for a time wandered, finding new foundations, setting and re-setting her bearings, navigating the course of her life at that time, moving here, moving there, both physically and internally, negotiating the...
The Flag of Ukraine I Passed on One of My Walks & Conversations, Emails, & Expletives – Прапор України, який я передав під час однієї зі своїх прогулянок, розмов, електронних листів та лайливих слів
The Flag of Ukraine I Passed on One of My Walks & Conversations, Emails, & Expletives Прапор України, який я передав під час однієї зі своїх прогулянок, розмов, електронних листів та лайливих слів The cover photo of this posting is one I took on a walk in the neighborhoods in the hills...
Small Treasures – The Orange Fluffy Stuffed Cat – When She was Sitting Up in the Hospital Bed, with One Hand Resting Upon Her Cheek, She Would Just Stare in Peaceful Contemplation at the Orange Cat, that Sat in Quiet Repose Upon the Wooden Windowsill, Four Feet from My Mom’s Wondering Eyes
Small Treasures – The Orange Fluffy Stuffed Cat A fluffy orange stuffed cat, a source of comfort, though not the toy or comfort of a child, sits on the back of the sofa in my study, the only stuffed animal upon the green and wine-colored plaid sofa. The cat’s color is not overly...
A Tale of Two Houses on the Road, Originally Dirt, That I Grew Up On
The street in the photo looking up towards the mountains is the present day view of the street that I grew up on. In my early years, until about when I was seven or eight, it was a dirt road. The road at the end of this street is San Fernando Road, the Old 99 Hwy. Railroad tracks are on the other...
Last Visit to Richard & The Story I Was Not Able to Read to Him
Last Visit to Richard & The Story I Was Not Able to Read to Him *** For our 55th Year high school reunion, coming up within a week now, the Reunion Committee solicited written submissions from all our classmates to include in an electronic Commemorative Book of Memory & Testament. To...
The Broken Love Stone – If Love is Missing or Fractured, It is Then Like a Constellation Without Many of its Stars, and Those Stars Remaining Dimmed and Barely Visible.
The Broken Love Stone - If Love is Missing or Fractured, It is then Like a Constellation Without Many of its Stars, and Those Stars Remaining Dimmed and Barely Visible. I have walked by these stones, actually more like ceramic eggs, many times over the years on my long walks, with the stones at...
Waiting to Fly from Charlotte to Kansas City – A Story from a Gentle Man Spanning Many, Many Years
A Story from a Gentle Man Spanning Many, Many Years He was a gentle man, a kind, soft-spoken, older, thoughtful man, with manners and a quiet grace. He was by himself. I had left the seat beside him at the airport gate about ten minutes earlier to use the restroom before we started...
Echoes of the Death of Jarrett, Our Infant Son
Echoes of the Death of Jarrett, Our Infant Son I created the piece below for inclusion in an electronic book of Memories/Testimonies for our 55th high school reunion and wrote of how I put it together in the introduction. The photo is of the crib, now in use by our family for 75 years, in which I...