Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Wednesday, May 13, 2020

ABOUT WRITING YOUR STORY

It may be tempting to think your early experiences are of no interest to your children or grandchildren. They may have trouble relating to the way things were in the good old days, or seem interested only in their own pursuits. But some tomorrow to come they will want to know all that went into... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Today in Quarantineville

I think this lockdown is getting to me. Yesterday all I wanted to do was comfort people and say cheery things. Today I got up with my hair on fire. I want to throw things, scream at the (expletive deleted) politicians, starting with the fiddling-while-Rome-burns president, and tell 'em to act like... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 11, 2020

Talking to our children

I heard on the family grapevine that my 8-year-old g-granddaughter's been having anxiety and bad dreams, worried about this situation and all the stuff that's out there on the news and everywhere. I've been thinking of writing to her - there's a book I've been planning to send for her 9th birthday.... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 10, 2020

A BIT OF NONSENSE

Hickory Schmickory Schmock A rat once ran straight up a clock... and thinking himself the best ‘o the world began rapping his schmickory dickory in data forms too long unfurl’d. When the clock strikes one, then down he’ll run though his hooka-tooka’s just begun A rat about a clock knows naught ‘tis... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 9, 2020

Oldie

Happy Little Song It’s a little song I sing, when I think of you: a simple little ode to spring, of flowers drenched in dew. Such a pretty melody a dancing sunbeam song for that was what you meant to me, on a day so long and oh, so far away, when hope and joy were new It’s just a happy song I sing... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 8, 2020

A BIT OF POETRY FOR A RAINY FRIDAY

YODA IS AN OLD FRIEND This is not my first rodeo. I can see through the sugar coating to the lie at the heart of your story: pretty words that frame and sharpen the base insult. It is no secret some will say anything to show themselves as right and insist we yield to their point of view. But neither... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 7, 2020

News From The Center

I've missed being at the Main Street Center for my Tuesday shifts at the reception desk, and especially for the Thursday morning write your own story groups. Got an email this a.m. from Linda about how she misses the sessions. Somehow the weeks and months lose their definition without the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

THE OLD SWIMMING HOLE

One summer day shortly after school was out for the summer, the Gillis cousins and a couple other kids offered to show us the swimming hole and trails around Mill Creek. This glacier-fed stream flowed from the mountains down through the Salkum valley beyond the homes at the bottom of the hill. It... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

WHAT'S UP, DOC?

Two reasons for writing all this autobio stuff: 1) because the current situation where life just turned on a dime triggered the anxieties and uncertainties of that one, and 2) I hoped to give us all something else to think about - and to remind myself that life will go on, we will get through this... Sign in to see full entry.

THE NEIGHBORHOOD

It wasn’t all horrible. We were welcomed by our next door neighbor, seventy-five- year- old George Van Dyke. Old George kept his place neat as a pin. He had a million stories. I remember a few rainy Saturdays when some kids from around town would sit cross-legged in a circle around his rocking chair... Sign in to see full entry.

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