Shots echo. Not many. Just enough. Congress votes down new gun law. Children dead – six year olds remebered from Sandy Hook. Once smiling faces not enough to move men and women in big boy and big girl suits. Yesterday, an armed man threatens the school where I used to substitute. The police… Continue reading Friday Night Lights: The Thing about Why
Category: Life
When We Write Letters, Part VIII: Letter to Mom
Dear Mom, Will you walk with me for a few minutes in the garden? Photos taken on my father-in-law's farm late last summer where many beautiful plants and trees grow. I think of you walking with me in the garden. Instead of shopping for dresses, we will look at ripples in the river. Don't you… Continue reading When We Write Letters, Part VIII: Letter to Mom
Thurspiration: Strength to Stand
Spring has taken it's time this year. It waits beneath the fallen leaves and frost at the end of March. As April begins, we try to remember the last time we experienced a spring starting late in the Carolinas. Maybe the seasons want us to wait and remember. See death was not done collecting lives… Continue reading Thurspiration: Strength to Stand
Painted Blue: Beyond the Walmart Aisles
Painting by Brendan O'Connell. Courtesy of http://www.cbs.com. I spent the night in a horse barn. Years ago, I dated a guy who worked with horses. He built an apartment within a barn of six stallions. "Most of the girls where you come from would never spend the night out here," he told me. Most of… Continue reading Painted Blue: Beyond the Walmart Aisles
Friday Night Writes: When the Stadium Lights Go Out
One man switches off the lights in the football stadium. No one is left that he sees, but sometimes someone or something stays hidden out of the spotlight. He, she or it is not ready to leave. But, as soon as Josh Harnett got it in The Virgin Suicides he left Kirsten Dunst alone on the… Continue reading Friday Night Writes: When the Stadium Lights Go Out
In the Coming Weeks
I am back. You: Back from what? I didn't know you were gone. Me: What do you mean you didn't know I was gone? You: You're not the center of the blogosphere. Me: Yes, you're right, but I am back. My husband, John, and I spent the weekend in Gatlinburg, Tenn. We took a break, planned… Continue reading In the Coming Weeks
The Write to Cook: Two Men and the Little Chef
The Write to Cook: Two Men and the Little Chef Mom and Dad both worked hard. Mom was a high school teacher, and Dad worked as an insurance claims adjuster. Most childhood meals were eaten at a restaurant or brought home. I believed Mom could cook if she put her mind to it, but she never showed… Continue reading The Write to Cook: Two Men and the Little Chef
When We Write Letters, Part VII
Cell phone alarm rings again. You wake up slowly and grab your clothes in the dark. Maybe you forget to check whether clothes match. Going outside, you realize it's raining. You're already behind the time it takes to get to work or to school. You race to the car. Just before you turn into the parking… Continue reading When We Write Letters, Part VII
Get Lost Sometimes
"Love, I get so lost sometimes. Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart. When I want to run away, I drive off in my car. But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are. … In your eyes, I see the doorway to a thousand churches. In your eyes, the… Continue reading Get Lost Sometimes
Friday Night Writes: Goodbye Shame
Courtesy of http://msn.careerbuilder.com/Article/MSN-1612-Job-Info-and-Trends-10-Modern-Blue-Collar-Jobs/ Frost covered the ground. Tips of naked tree branches above the silos began to unfreeze on my ride to work. I listen to the radio. A woman tells a story about another who spent most of her life living in a trailer park. She worked at McDonalds. "Don't get me wrong," the… Continue reading Friday Night Writes: Goodbye Shame
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