‘Good Housekeeping Magazine’ has been floating through my thoughts all week long. Why? I’m not a subscriber, nor have I any sense of nostalgia for it. Although I do have fond memories of my Mom perusing homemaking magazines, she leaned more toward ‘Ladies Home Journal’ or ‘Country Living.’ Yet, there it is. “What?” I ask. … Continue reading Support
Who’s Driving this Thing?
In my basement, on a shelf with several other choice toys from my childhood, is one of my favorite toys. You’d think it’d be a doll, and it would be, but I don’t have her anymore. My favorite doll was Patricia, a beautiful pale, blonde doll my Mom made for me from one of my … Continue reading Who’s Driving this Thing?
I Must ’a Got Lost
Shoosh. That’s the sound my large silver scoop makes as I plunge it into a fifty pound bag of organic long grain brown rice. I raise the scope horizontally and pour it into the bag on the scale. The second scoop is not so full, and I watch the grains slide in, watch the scale … Continue reading I Must ’a Got Lost
Once Upon a Futon
It just happened, and at this point I can’t recall the circumstances that allowed for its occurrence. As I re-enter the memory and take a peek, I see that I’m sitting in front of the wood stove. Dressed in jeans and an old henley, I feel deliciously physically spent from some outside task or project … Continue reading Once Upon a Futon
My Mother’s Hands
”No,no. Like this…” Mom delicately slid her index finger around the base of the weed and gently eased it out of the ground. The neat maneuver brought out all the tiny hairy roots, insuring the garden would look fresher, longer. My unschooled approach to weeding had been to grab the plant from the top with … Continue reading My Mother’s Hands
Providence Flashed Me
Ooo, here it is again. That flash. A momentary sensation that comes over me and then is gone. It leaves me grasping wildly at words to describe it, while the experience is still in the vicinity. If I’m near paper and pen I try to jot down whatever I can recall. It’s like trying to … Continue reading Providence Flashed Me
Are my Imagination Problems…in my Imagination?
My sister Beck stops mid-sentence, looking concerned. “What,” she says, searching my eyes. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong,” I say. “Why?” “You’re scowling.” “I’m not scowling.” We look at each other a beat. “I’m 54,” I say. “This is how I look. I’m happy on the inside.” Well, this exchange is a little annoying, but overall, … Continue reading Are my Imagination Problems…in my Imagination?
Men in Trucks
Written in um…dot matrix printer era…Men in Trucks was found recently in a pile of papers. “Hey, you should read this one to the Zoom group Friday night,” said my husband. To me, it was too far over on the fluff-o-meter to share with grown-ups. But I shared, and the reaction was surprising. Also, it … Continue reading Men in Trucks
Yarn and Sympathy
(To listen to Yarn and Sympathy click here.) A small ball of acid-green wool yarn skewered on a crochet hook perches atop a votive candle holder just five inches from my left hand on my 1977 Sears and Roebuck desk. I want to pick up this lovely fiber and crochet a long green worm. I … Continue reading Yarn and Sympathy
”Beautiful morning glory, kissed and caressed by the dew. Beautiful morning glory! Good morning glory to you-ou-ou-ou.” My mother’s voice carries through the birches and because the sun has gone down and the light isn’t good, I can’t immediately see her. I’m on a road I don’t know, although it looks quite pretty. There are … Continue reading Tweedle-Dee Dreams