Still Learning . . .
Once a week I help my grandson with his schoolwork. It’s a tough day, for both of us. He has little interest in Google slides, or…
Once a week I help my grandson with his schoolwork. It’s a tough day, for both of us. He has little interest in Google slides, or…
It’s his birthday. He passed away a few weeks ago, still I peruse his Facebook page to read the birthday wishes. His childhood friends, family, and…
Driving south on Pacific Coast Highway, the sun shines and I listen to The Moth Radio Hour. The storyteller reminisces about a Christmas homecoming after his…
I lift the dusty lid from the cardboard box revealing envelopes stuffed with photographs and negatives. Neatly stacked upright and mostly organized chronologically, some are marked…
We sit on barstools at the counter facing the large open window to Main Street’s foot traffic. Juice from the fish taco I’m devouring runs past…
Hello Friends, I was recently interviewed by my friends Sarah and Mia of The Kindred Voice for their podcast The Kindred Convos. I’ve received a lot…
A friend sent me a message asking if I would participate in the latest social media challenge. All I had to do was post a black…
He is a bright boy, articulate and creative. He has a natural curiosity and a variety of interests. He loves to learn new things, but not…
Late Sunday morning, still in pajamas, I sit cross-legged on the sofa, looking through a dusty storage box for a photograph of my mom. I don’t…
Necessary social distancing and isolation has gifted me time. Released from weekly obligations I spend more time exploring new paths, connecting with nature, and thinking. I…