For much of the last six months, a significant amount of my mind has gone to dealing with turbulence in our family, and more specifically, to coping with an illness and infirmities that threatened the life of my mother. In no grand and exceptional ways, this misfortune was a small gift, in that it...
Read more →I built my house under the Sorrow Moon In the season of shadows and ash Where the dell Veiled in waning willow Cloaks the cold gray earth There is no croak nor cry No bleat nor bark Where the sun has left its track And daylight idles beyond the twilight And the brooks have...
Read more →Last night, I went to bed relatively early for me, at 10:30ish, after finishing my litter box chores for the cats. I often put off the litter box chores too long, mostly because I dislike the litter box chores, despite thinking that it is not fair to the cats, until I need to take...
Read more →I met my pal and writing chum Tammie this morning, and as we settled into our semi-monthly routine of ordering some coffees, unbundling our gear at our table at the restaurant, and chatting a few about the recent events in our lives, our talk touched on current life and relationships, and my mind revisited...
Read more →These days, when I am toodling down Spain Road from Juan Tabo and my truck passes her old street, I often forget to look, like I used to. Then, I would take a glance to see if her garage door was open, to see if her car was out in the driveway, to see...
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This weekend I needed to get out for a bit, and earlier in the week, someone in the Facebook “American Southwest” group gave me my excuse. Curiously enough, they had posted an image of a page from an old NM travel guide (1969’s “101 Trips in the Land of Enchantment ” by Betty Woods)...
Read more →When my Aunt Margaret passed in the spring of 2020, there was some unreality to it. The world was on hold at the time, in a waiting room, clock-watching. With the COVID virus stoking fear in anything broadcasting anything, and consequently, in everyone subject to media, workplaces were mostly closed. Daily statistics related to...
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About 8:30 last Sunday evening, I was weaving my way through other walkers on Wacker Drive- which, as a riverfront path, is arguably one of the busiest pedestrian routes in Chicago on a summer weekend evening- when a long-haired and bearded young man in a canvas jacket and blue jeans strode passed me, speaking...
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Earlier this year I decided I wanted to return to Chicago and, once a resident long ago, spend some time in the city strictly as a tourist. I was grateful that I could take time off last week to do it (note to self: planning ahead is a good thing). I ended up flying...
Read more →This evening, for birthday 54, I went over to my folks’ house and ate dinner with them so we could watch the Cubs play- the second game of a double header in which they would lose both games. Later in the evening, after the baseball flop, we sat and talked a bit. “Do you...
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Traditionally, each July 4th, I’ve found myself yearning to get out and find somewhere to visit or a trail to hike. This year was no different, except I am not sure of the mental state of this docile midlifer on Independence Day when, on Monday morning, I arose fairly early, wavered a while about...
Read more →That time I sat down to try and write and realized I am better at silence
Read more →I enjoyed going to dinner with my parents tonight. Olive Garden is always enjoyable, if anything for the salad. But it is also time out with Mom and Dad. We chit-chatted on a myriad of things, and somehow wandered across old movies and TV shows, and that led me to mention that Cindy Williams...
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