top of page
cropped-CoverA (1).jpg
cropped-signature_whiteonwhite-e1443637765138.png

All Posts

"Ponies, Pigs and Their Tails, and a Little Girl on the Way to School"

To get to school when we lived on Osborne Lane, I would walk to the intersection near our house and wait for the yellow bus. When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade or so, I had long straight fine hair that easily got scraggly and fly-away. Mom would often pull it up into a high rubber-banded ponytail before I left for school. You know the hair-do -- it would swing back and forth when I shook my head, like a real pony’s tail. That high ponytail would barely last the walk to the

"Happy Day"

Every May 10 since Mom and Dad died, I do the same thing. I observe their wedding anniversary -- today, the 74th. And I reflect on the beginning of my life, my conception. You see, I was born exactly nine months and two weeks after the day they were married. Do the math! As a friend remarked, “You were wanted.” Pause. “Or you were a surprise.” I dare to think I was a fulfillment. Between May 1952 and February 1953, Mom and Dad went so quickly from being individu

"Aging"

Aging is an experience that is both universal and unique. As part of the mortal human community, we all take a journey from birth through life until death. Asks a blogger whose work I follow, “What is Aging but life itself?” (Jon Katz’s blog entry 3/7/21 on BedlamFarm.com ) As unique individuals, we approach Aging in ways that no one else ever has, or ever will. We can be anywhere and everywhere along the continuum that has Dylan Thomas’s famous lines of poetry on one e

bottom of page