Back in 1970, I was newly married with my Beloved in his last semester of college and I took a job as a census enumerator for the Decennial US Census. My assignment included multiple rural areas in Arkansas and a few small town/suburban areas. In completing my assignment, I learned a great deal about life in parts… Continue reading I Will Not Comply!
As I've mentioned in a previous post, J. M. Barrie's fictional creation of Neverland and his story of Peter Pan has fascinated me since childhood. Between the time when my sister Nadja died (previous post here) and the birth of my younger sister Tamara (previous post here), our family resembled the Darlings (except I was second, fictional… Continue reading Wendy Grows Up
Poems from childhood are especially memorable for me. As a child, I memorized poems written by (among others) Victorian poet Christina Rossetti. (The sketch to the right was drawn by her brother, Dante Gabriel Rossetti.) From time to time, I'm reminded of Christina's simple but profound eight-line vignette, Who Has Seen the Wind? It goes like this:… Continue reading Wind and Weather
My Beloved and I tend to be Grammar Nazis. When our children were young, there was a black and silver bell in the middle of the kitchen table. If one of us (adults included) used "Uh" or "Um" or "You know" or "like" as conversational fillers, these infractions earned a ring of the bell. On occasion,… Continue reading Like, Ring the Bell
This is the story of a little girl, fun-loving, intelligent, warm. During her early years, she was blessed with the love of a supportive extended family and meaningful friendships with her peers. Only the most minimal misfortunes or disappointments have crossed her path and her life was generally good. It’s hard to identify a single… Continue reading What Drives You?
On Wiseblooding, I post periodically about abortion. It's an issue about which I feel strongly. I am unwaveringly pro-life. Back in the late 70s, I composed a simple poem that summed up the debate of that time. Those were the days when discussion seemed more focused on the specious question: When does life really begin? Over… Continue reading Life Is A Gift
Today is my dad's 92nd birthday. He has been gone from this world for twenty years, but as one might suspect, his influence continues. I've posted about him here (2010) and here (2014). To the best of my knowledge, the picture at left was snapped while he was stationed in France with the Army during World War II.… Continue reading Guitar Man
The ravages of Alzheimer's Disease are taking a toll on my 91-year-old mother-in-law. My Beloved's daily visits to the assisted living facility where she resides have become ever more perplexing as the communication barrier widens. Still the loving son, his perseverance in ministering to her needs – even when it seems impossible to penetrate the fog… Continue reading Grace For Infirmity
After yesterday's post, I laughed and laughed because that was a fun post to write! I told my Beloved, I don't care if anybody else enjoys the post, I had fun writing it! But suddenly, in the midst of my laughter, it occurred to me the joke actually might end up being on me! There's sort of… Continue reading Penitent Sister
As a writer, I'm subject to the same inclinations as almost every other writer throughout time: the unquenchable desire to have my words appear in print. I have had the privilege of selling poetry, prose and fiction, but to date, there isn't a book on the shelf that declares me as its author. Of course, I've… Continue reading Dream A Little Dream