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
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
Crowds. The word jolted me while I was reading a novel the other day. I tried to remember what it was like to be in a crowd. It had been so long since I was in a crowd — a crowded stadium, a theater, even a crowded sidewalk. The concept of a crowd seems so… Continue reading Longing for Crowds
I watch as the sun sinks low toward the horizon. I am on the shore of Lake Michigan watching yet another sunset. What is it about a sunset that draws us to this daily event? In more than a half century of living, I have been blessed to see hundreds and hundreds of sunsets. I… Continue reading Another Day
If you visited my blog lately, you've noticed that new posts have been absent since last fall. My apologies to my readers. My time has been occupied by final manuscript preparations for a novel I have been working on for awhile. In mid-February, I finally sent the manuscript to my editor to start the process… Continue reading New Posts on the Way
If I added up all the time I’ve spent watching movie and TV intros in the last half century, I’m guessing it would add up to a year of my life.
I sit on the beach and watch as the sun sinks low toward the horizon. Already the water glistens as it reflects the brilliant white light. I am here on the shores of Lake Michigan watching yet another sunset. What is it about the sunset that draws us to this daily event? In more than… Continue reading The Mysterious Attraction of Sunsets
For a moment I could feel the hope of spring as I compressed the soil. The warmth of spring would soon germinate new life, new hope.
There was a time when age was measured with such great events as the moon landing, the Civil War or World War II. My dad talked about living through the Great Depression as a kid and my grandma recalled using horses for transportation and farming when she was a girl. But in today's technological world,… Continue reading Measuring Age in Internet Years