What’s that smell??? I can’t figure it out… It’s familiar but I can’t put my finger on it. Let me see if it’s in the other rooms... Nope…. Ohhhhh wait a second. I know what it is. It’s the 9th of November 2016. The day after the elections. Everyone is either upset, excited or just … Continue reading Forgotten Smells, Little Hellos and Small Reminders
Dianthus – Ideal Select White Fire Snapdragon – Arrow Mix Portulaca – Double Viola – Sorbet Lemon Ice Blotch Salvia – Sizzler Red Now if you’re like me, you’d be asking yourself what are those? Maybe you knew. I didn’t. I had heard some of the words mentioned before. My father loved flowers. Yes these … Continue reading Mary’s Garden
I stood in the picture window of my house and took a look around outside this morning. This is not an uncommon act but in fact, a daily occurrence. Taking in the scene from above, as my split-level house gives me a wide view of the neighborhood, I look for change. It’s out there. It’s … Continue reading Morning Air
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I have a long piece I've written titled "The long, slow goodbye" but I can't post it. Not yet. I'm not ready. I wrote it on October the 12th, 2016. It is the most personal thing I've ever written and I've named several people in it. It's not fair to them to share it right … Continue reading The long, slow goodbye
Death is the great equalizer. No one ever escapes it. While some know when the time is near, no one in general, knows when it's going to happen. Most people don't like to think about it, but not me. I think about it all the time. I've lost several friends through the years. My brain … Continue reading The fear – or lack of fear – of Death.
My house is quiet. The kind of quiet that makes most people a little uncomfortable. I can hear every sound. Every noise. The neighbor’s car doors opening and closing. The garage doors. Up and down. When the tinnitus isn’t ringing too badly in my ears, I can hear each clock in my house ticking away. … Continue reading Chilly house and quiet days
The trees have yellow in them. A signal that summer is ending. It starts as a friendly reminder. “Hi there, change is happening….” If you’d have asked me for the past 40 years of my life, which season was my favorite, without hesitation and probably before you could finish the sentence, I’d reply with a … Continue reading Yellow leaves