Today I am headed East to see my mother. It’s one of those events many do around the holidays - traveling to see family. And it’s both joyful and daunting. It’s daunting - for family knows us. Our flaws. Our failures. Our frustrations - things that we call pet peeves. And they know how to… Continue reading Over the Hills and Through the Woods
They say that getting there is half the fun. I’m not sure who “they” are. Maybe it’s the travel industry. I am not sure they can say that anymore. Plane delays, cramped seats, traffic jams, car repairs, and the unknown always taking place. But it surely isn’t my family’s mantra. Whenever I did my road… Continue reading Travel Time – Is Getting There Half the Fun?
There are things that define us. Actions which we do that speak volumes. Clothes we wear that label us. Looks we give that stick with others. And of course, names we are given that end up staying with us most our lives. (Think 'Fruit Loops' given time Howard on TBBT) And sometimes, these ‘nick names’… Continue reading What’s in a Name?
I was a seeker, for light in a dark world. I looked for truth, but settled for lies ... such are the opening words from a Gold City’s dramatic tune. I can remember as a child my mother hiding our Christmas gifts. Tops of closets, in the blanket chests, trunks of cars. For if she… Continue reading As a Seeker, May We Not Settle for Lies
My son called yesterday. Something he normally does on his drive home when he is bored and has no one else to call. We call this action ‘pulling a Tuck.’ An inside joke. So he called me and said he was headed home where his newlywed wife had gotten home and made some chili. So… Continue reading Die Hard … is … Home Alone, for Adults
my dilemma ... Yesterday, we woke up to the surprise of no water. A few trickles came out of a spigot or two, but those eventually dried up. Had the pipes frozen? Was the well dry? Maybe the pump broke. I walked to the church, and it too was impacted. The two buildings are on… Continue reading There Was No Water In The House
Some songs have journeys that are amazing. Such is the case for Baby, It’s Cold Outside. This song has had some really big highs and some really big lows. Written in 1944 by Broadway legend Frank Loesser, the original intent would surprise people. It was written to be sung at their housewarming party as the… Continue reading Baby It’s Cold Outside