From The Past

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Memories - How Were They Made?

Writing does not come "easy" to me, no thoughts floating on the breeze drifting from my mind carrying messages down to my fingers tapping on the keys. Never did, never will. No, I have to scrabble for every bit of progress, writing, erasing, writing again, erasing again, editing over and over,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 28, 2021


It seems, these days, that I don't spring out of the bed on awakening, the way I used to, all ready to greet the day. No, rather I drag myself up into a sitting position on the side of the bed, groan a little, rub my still-closed eyes, and say to myself that if it wasn't for a need to make a little... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 2, 2021

A Long Year Without You

"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever." -- Alfred Lord Tennyson Son of my heart, as was your Brother David gone before you, and your living brothers still with me in missing you. Three hundred and sixty five days I have thought about you, talked to... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 9, 2021

The Sun Is Finally Shining

Days of gray clouds and rain and cold and arthritis pains jabbing and not accomplishing much and seeing no one except those getting in and out of their cars in the parking lot and hurrying in out of the cold, or taking a bag of trash out to the dumpster. Finally last evening just before 5:00 p.m.... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Especially For Goldiec

I wrote this for my Sister that I was telling you about, the one who loved fairies and collected them. You might be the only one who has never seen it. She was very special to me. Faery Dust And Memories A little woodland faery, she fluttered in on gossamer wings drawn to white coral bells and tiny... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Shadows Of The Past Spanish moss blowing in the wind as it hangs from spectral limbs, reaching out in evenings failing light, all encompassing ambience of the night's arrival, calls to mind how the shadows of my past and the future of my grandchildren are entertwined. Somewhere in the middle am I,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Between Time and Time

In The Light Of The Full Moon ~ It was a full moon last night, my love. It was here with me, so palpable I could reach out my trembling fingers and feel the cool warmth of its beams. It shined upon my head and turned my gray hair into burnished silver just the way you loved. ~ The full moon was here... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

What A Time For A Shock From The Past

By the past, I'm talking twenty-four years ago. Twenty-four years with no personal contact, few photos, many miles between (Oregon, NYC, Seattle. Chicago), and bad feelings, and today the shock arrives by email. Phil doesn't really even know he has brothers. He hasn't seen them since he was ten... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 24, 2018

'Tis The Season

My favorite Christmas music. I love to sing along. I never get tired of it. With it here on one of my blogs, I can drop in anytime easily and take up where I left off before. Also it can play in the background while I read and comment on your posts. I love the Christmas Season. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

I Never Get Tired Of It

Thanksgiving Day is almost over and with the lighting of the Christmas lights on the Country Club Plaza, and a short program, and fireworks, and Black Friday shopping beginning at midnight, the Christmas Season is officially on and for me that means my favorite music from now until the New Year.... Sign in to see full entry.

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