Dump trucks, trash trucks, and excavation equipment lay in the dirt just outside the patio where he last played. There is no mistaking Luca’s house, a little boy lives here. I make my way into the patio where an abundance of trucks and toys are lined up, waiting for their next adventure at the hands... Continue Reading →
On any Sunday . . .
I struggle with sleep throughout the night, the rain, humidity and my pounding head keep me tossing and turning. Still I drag myself out of bed on a lazy Sunday morning and head for the soccer pitch. The usual friendly faces, minus a few who are suffering the consequences of a team pub crawl the... Continue Reading →
My Mother . . . myself
I woke up this morning to drizzly gloomy skies, a reflection of my heart and mind, it seems summer is taking her own sweet time. Generally, the weather alone cannot get me down, but today would have been my mom’s 76th birthday, and I was hoping for sunshine and blue skies to celebrate her warmth,... Continue Reading →
Rhyming shapes . . .
The sun shines, the ocean breeze gently blows, and I sweep my hair away from my face. Sitting on the low edge of my concrete planter, I look at Luca through squinted eyes as he collects rocks. He proudly shows me each treasure one after another, laying some aside in a small collection of sorts,... Continue Reading →
Thoughts . . .
I’m awake, though my eyes are closed. The morning sun fills my bedroom. My eyelids flicker, and I resist welcoming the day. I lie in bed, my back stiff and sore from too much sleep, and carefully stretch as one false move can throw my back completely out of whack. Getting old is definitely a... Continue Reading →
The missing piece . . .
Wandering through a vacant house, dust rests on window sills and molding; I kick up ash, even with my tentative steps. A draft from the fireplace helps the ash to pick up speed, swirling, swirling it travels and leads me through a hall. I hear voices, a television in a nearby room. I know this... Continue Reading →
My Dad . . .
I think of my dad throughout the day, every day. Memories play like a movie in my head, vivid and beautiful. I rewind, play, rewind, and play again. He is laughing and sharing his wisdom, and sometimes he is filled with sadness. I see him, I hear him and I feel his presence, an energy... Continue Reading →
Unexpected . . .
A morning of soccer, my body aches. I treat myself to a massage, communal style. A whispering masseuse directs me to my waiting bed, among several others. I sit on its edge, a steaming tub of water soothes my tired feet, calloused and sore. She stands behind me and holds a small patterned apron across my chest as... Continue Reading →
After all . . . it’s Christmastime
A few days ago I spent the evening with my girlfriends watching one of my favorite Christmas movies, Love Actually. No matter how many times I see it, my heart responds to its romantic sappiness and its poignant moments. I cheer for those who find love in the most impossible and ridiculous circumstances, Hollywood style, and cry for... Continue Reading →
Thanksgiving. . . no manual needed
When I started my blog, I intended to include a lot more photographs. I even purchased a camera, and plan to invest some time learning how to use it, maybe even take a class. Years ago I had a manual 35mm camera and actually knew how to use all of the settings. If I had that camera today, I... Continue Reading →
