Mom’s Mugs

“Necessity is the mother of invention.” – Proverb of Unknown Origin “Lack of storage space is the impetus for emotional breakthroughs.” – Me The small lower cabinet where I store surplus bottles of water, juice, and sports drinks waiting for their turn in the refrigerator was full. I’d reached the limit for the number of… Read More Mom’s Mugs

Why Is It So Hard To Write? Because When The Dry Spell Is Over You Have To Sit In The Chair

I’m watching the clouds roll by. Literally. This is what the clouds looked like a few minutes ago. This is what they look like now. Rolling by like a wispy white summer parade in front of my desk turned parade route lawn chair. I’ve been watching the leaves blowing in the tree for a good… Read More Why Is It So Hard To Write? Because When The Dry Spell Is Over You Have To Sit In The Chair

Mother’s Day Without A Mother Or A Child: A Conversation On Another Plane

Here we meet again. The three of us. Together only in my mind. Mom, you were given only 59 years on this planet before being called back to Heaven, but you made those years meaningful. You made an imprint on everyone who knew you. You spent 36 of those years raising me, protecting me, teaching… Read More Mother’s Day Without A Mother Or A Child: A Conversation On Another Plane