This time of year my big brother “Gene” always comes to mind. His birthday is October 12. His soul departed to Heaven in 2014, but we lost him many years ago to pain and depression. When I remember him, I like to go back in time, when he was young, handsome, healthy and ornery; back to the time when girls[…]
NOW, Voyager
This poem is a favorite of mine. I was first introduced to it as a preteen, when I discovered old movies with the help of my mother. I loved everything old Hollywood, the black and whites of the early years of cinema. Those old films transported me to exotic places I could never have imagined and introduced me to glamorous[…]
Be Anxious for Nothing.
Someone on social media recently shared this meme, and I’m not sure why, but it made me laugh. That’s not exactly true, if I think about it, I do know why. The reason it was initially funny is because I have started taking college courses with a goal toward earning a degree in English. Anyone who has taken college English[…]
Staying in My Own Lane.. an Epiphany Revisited.
The following is a except from post I wrote a couple of years ago. I post it here to share how far I’ve come since March 17, 2017 and how much more work I have to do. “Like most people, I have a list of things to do, goals, a bucket list. It seems to grow every day. Being busy[…]
Remembering Kindness
More often than not, I wake up in the morning with a random song in my head. Also, more often than not, there is no reason I can think of for that particular song to be there. Recently, the song that greeted me was one I had not heard, or even thought about it since 4th or 5th grade. My[…]
Sunrise is My Favorite Color
I like to say that sunrise is my favorite color. It is the inspiration for my logo. It is why I get up every morning, put on my walking shoes and get out there before the sun rises in hopes of greeting it as it reaches across the morning sky. It is a stunning combination of pinks and blues and[…]
The Late Great Grandpa Harvie
One hero from my childhood was my maternal grandfather, Harvie Montgomery. I flat out adored him. That is him and me in the picture, dated 1967. It must have been Easter or something, because he is not wearing overalls and I appear reasonably clean. Grandpa was a simple man. He and Grandma Exie didn’t own much; just a tiny house[…]
Being Present. Finding Pancakes.
I take a sunrise walk with my dogs every morning. Myrna, the German Shepherd mix and SideKick Rudy, the corgi, eagerly harness up after we do our morning sing-a-long (the three of us, along with Buckles the PTSD Jerkasaurus Chiweenie mix who will NOT let me put harness on him) gather in a circle to howl for about 30 seconds.[…]
A Tribute to My Heart Dog, Sean
I wrote the following tribute February 10, 2014, to my beloved “heart dog” Sean on his 12th birthday. He was slowing down and greying around his temples, and I knew our time together was growing shorter. Old hands, human and canine, 50 and 12. Today, the love of my life turned 12. As the alarm sounded this morning, he did[…]
Driving Down Memory Lane
They were just starting and had no idea how things would turn out. I wonder what they were talking about on this early fall day, leaning against Daddy’s 55 Chevy.