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Friday, December 25, 2020

THE RUBY BOWL

Back in the mid 1930’s while Mom was married to my father, a gunner’s mate in the U.S. Navy, our family moved as he and the USS Saratoga were reassigned to a different stateside port. At first they lived in Bremerton, Washington just across Puget Sound from Seattle. I was born there in ’35, and my... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Autumn Kisses (written before Covid)

Autumn Kisses At times late autumn kisses seem as warm as spring’s, and conjure possibility. But soon, like frost on a spider’s web they're gone in the morning sun. But some days the scent of burning leaves stirs memory; the lips tingle. Plh 10-23-2014 Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

TAKE A LESSON, MR. GRINCH

Once again DJT has proved himself to be the nastiest, meanest, most tone-deaf sack of skin who has ever set foot in the White House. His rhetoric that $600 isn't enough is just another con game. By not signing the Covid relief bill two days before Christmas he's stopping Congress from giving any... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

MORE BLESSED TO GIVE - (A Christmas story) - cont'd.

It was almost three hours before Mary got home again. Christmas was the next day, Sunday. Everyone had forgotten them this year. All they’d receive were those few gifts they were giving one another. When she got to the house, chilled from the outdoors, her mother handed Mary a cup of coffee.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 21, 2020

MORE BLESSED TO GIVE - (A Christmas story)

It was Christmas season and the last day of the term at Milton School, time for the annual Elks Club food drive. The Grant children set off that last Friday morning with an extra weight in their backpacks – canned goods to donate. Mary, Amy and Joey each had a can of green beans, something Mother... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 20, 2020

OLD POEM FROM THE FILE

Late January Ten past five and there’s no moon no hint there will be sunrise soon. There’s the mournful whistle of a train chugging somewhere on the plain. No choice for early birds like me but to wait for what the day will be: so far so good my mom would say no one’s yet messed up this day. At... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 19, 2020

YOU DON’T SEE ME.

There’s a commercial out now, Cindy Lauper and others tell about their experiences with psoriasis and how their advertised product made it possible for them to show their arms again. I have so far escaped that malady, but the “See me” message could just as well be about this old girl. My younger... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 18, 2020

THE STORY PROJECT: 2015

One Thursday morning a woman named Peg attended the Write Your Own Story session at the Main Street Center. But she wasn’t there to write and share. She was recruiting “talent” for a program she was organizing at the public library. She said our stories would be perfect for presenting to a larger... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 17, 2020

TAKE NOTES SO THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN TO YOU

Yesterday as I put the finishing touches on a crocheted Santa hat, cozy in my big La-Z-Boy with a cup of decaf on the side table, I got a great idea for a blog. I remember thinking of the intro (the lead sentence) and the follow-up. It was a story about someone I used to know, or at least that's... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

LAYERS, PATIENCE AND PAYOFF

As yesterday's blog said, the furnace changeout happened yesterday. The 4-man crew included Joey, who's boss of the outfit and not just because his daddy started the company. Shane, his younger brother is on the team along with Kytel and Reese. They all know the heating and air conditioning work,... Sign in to see full entry.

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