The words use to come daily. Freely. A flow. A flood. A gush of tumbling water. A free flow. A flashflood. A terrific torrent of words tumbling across the page. A gift. Taken for granted. The ideas from within. The ideas from without. No more. Dried up like an abandoned well. Purpose. Constantly searching for purpose. A point. A reason. Some value. A point to make. A reason to believe. Value in the written word. Painstakingly searching for those allusive …
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Off the Record Observations resulting from the Pandemic.
(Conversations, Confessions, and Conundrums with Scout) I see words. Kind of like the boy in the movie The Sixth Sense, only he saw dead people. Instead, my gift is this: I see words. In the form of sentences that take on meaning that become stories. My stories. Observations. Of what I do, where I go, what I experience. For inexplicable reasons, they never seem to stop but just keep coming. Ferociously, feverishly, constantly. It is a good thing, right? Or …
Normally I am not one to rant or stand on my soap box spewing forth opinions about hot topics in the news and in our news feeds. But after several sightings and close encounters, I became undone. Today I am unleashing my rant: Wear the Mask. Follow the rules, people. No one is above this pandemic, so follow the dang rules. And by rules, I mean, “WEAR THE MASK.” You literally must be living in a cave not to see …
While it feels as if the summer got off to an earlier start due to the COVID-19 pandemic, there are no complaints from my world. A quicker start to sunny days simply meant more time for beach reading! In reality, my ‘summer’ reading began back in April when we all found ourselves at home with extra time to indulge in some guilty pleasure reading. One of the perks to emerge from our quarantined months. Thus, the flow into actual summertime …
Letting go is never easy, and this time around it was going to be rough. I could hear the excitement in my son’s voice. It was the first time in an exceptionally long time – six months at least – that I heard this amount of energy from this stoic young man. It pained me and pleased me simultaneously. Such a mixed bag of emotions, not at all unfamiliar to me, but here I was grappling with them again. The …
The news flash arrived a few weeks ago. My son would be returning to his college campus for his senior year. After five and a half months of unexpected time at home, he will be gone. With the snap of a finger. Poof. Just like that. And unless you have been living under a rock, you realize there is much speculation about the next step for…almost everything. Which includes the status of colleges and the return of their students under …
I am the voice for those who are silenced I am the voice for those less spoken Just listen Please We have something to say A reason to be heard So listen And we will be heard We have something to say A reason to speak So listen Closely It's a shout from afar A cry from abroad A sigh from within We. Have. Something. To. Say. So listen Gently We have something to say So listen...softly And we will …
Boy, these times they are a changing. Now that I have allowed myself the privilege of returning to the actual grocery store rather than the virtual replacement of filling my online cart only to have the items removed by the time I get to ‘check out,’ I struggle. It takes me literally all morning to coax myself out the door. The process starts with a slow-motion rollover to check the clock; I calculate that I have plenty of time to …
Last month I wrote an article to honor my parents as they celebrated 60 years of marriage. This month the parenting site Grown and Flown has honored me by publishing this heartfelt story. https://grownandflown.com/60th-wedding-anniversary/
