I thought I was losing my mind (which isn’t the first time), because I was seen somewhere I hadn’t been. Or, I didn’t think I had been there, but maybe I had since a friend was so adamant about my presence. In fact, she had a picture of me socializing with other attendees and recalled… Continue reading Who Was That Unmasked Woman?
Is who we were who we are today? I ran across a scrap book I assembled several years ago showing my life ‘before’ today. I lived in a different town, had different friends, had a different career, looked different. But, am I different than I was? I first asked this question two years ago when… Continue reading Who We Were Or Who We Are?
Valentine’s Day 2016 has come, and slipped by. No emotional upheavals, no bursts of tears, just memories that make my heart sing. You see, it was 29 years ago yesterday that we were married, starting a life changing journey that marched us through ups, downs, laughs, tears, joy, sadness, life and then death. As was your typical… Continue reading The Day After
Jack V. Johnson, 1936-2004 Today, February 3, I am celebrating what would be your 80th birthday. There is no cake, no ice cream, no games, no confetti, no family gathering. I’m celebrating with memories: memories of the laughter you inspired, boundaries you protected, kindness you shared. I’m remembering your disdain for orders given. “You give orders… Continue reading Happy Birthday, JV
These are pictures of faces I have seen during travels over the past few years. Some are in China, others in Kenya and some in Mexico. They each have a story to tell if we look closely at their faces. I am Woman … Continue reading Faces I Have Seen
15 years ago today, my husband got a new life, an extension of his life with some changes. 15 years ago today he received a new lung; a healthy, functioning organ donated anonmously by the family of a young man killed in an accident. 15 years ago today he began liking peanut butter. 15 years… Continue reading 15 Years Ago…
The first blast of winter always reminds me of delivering papers in my youth. My folks owned the paper in Littlefield, TX and the Sunday issue was delivered by me and my two sisters. The Thursday edition was mailed, but since child labor was cheaper than postal rates, and my parents wanted the paper on people’s doorsteps before… Continue reading But Baby Its Cold Outside