Then perhaps this craving to talk to someone, to meet with someone face-to-face, is a legacy of the pandemic. A computer screen or a voice over a phone just isn’t the same as human contact. To see someone’s full face, to see them smile and greet you, seems so precious now....
Fleeting Moments With Mom
So many things complicate life, but as the first Mother's Day without my mom approaches, I am reminded that simple moments like a walk with someone are fleeting moments that may never come again.
Opened Present
Laughter and joy Around the table…
When Rudolph Challenged the Wild Wild West
It was like one of those great standoffs in those old Western movies. The dusty Main Street with tumble weeds blowing across and a whirlwind whipping up a cloud of dust. Spurs clink as two tough gunslingers take their positions opposite each other; steely eyes staring each other down as they position their hand over… Continue reading When Rudolph Challenged the Wild Wild West
A Gentle Touch
I gaze upward At the dreary sky Silent and cloudy In barren branches
Refreshing Waters
Many waters call to me Amid the dry hot desert Hot sun beats down Longing for waves To wash away weariness . The dusty road ahead I trek over hardened rock Burdens weigh me down Pressing against gravel Grit against my soul . Tired body presses forth Distant shore in view Cool breeze welcomes me… Continue reading Refreshing Waters
Owning a Piece of Creative History
I spent more than half my life as a writer creating advertising, news releases, brochures, articles and even speeches. I know first-hand that the creative process is fickle and unforgiving. Sometimes ideas flow non-stop and other times there are dry spells where the ideas never come. I am always amazed by what can trigger an… Continue reading Owning a Piece of Creative History
Making an Impression
Going through an old box of handwritten letters from decades ago has a certain feel about it that isn't the same as reading old emails and posts on a screen...
The Last Time
The other day I was in our basement and I looked at a stack of bins with toys our kids used to play with years ago. At one time these toys were spread across the house and played with on a daily basis. Even though they were picked up each night, the next day they… Continue reading The Last Time
Name Dropper
Maybe you’ve seen one of them. A sign along the freeway that dedicates the freeway to a person. I’ve seen them many times on my many travels, but a while ago I saw one that caught me off guard. I read the name and told myself, “I know that guy!” It was yet another reminder… Continue reading Name Dropper
The Next Half Century 