I will never understand why it is that a man who is a man will subject himself willingly to strangulation. Policemen, military men, hit men, forest rangers and citified men in business suits . . . they all do it, but why in the hell wear a tie? What is it about you guys? Don’t think I haven’t asked. I have. I’ve asked police chiefs, sheriffs, and military officers, cowboys and white collar workers. “Why do you do it?” “Because.” Just because? Really? So as not to be as ignorant as the men-friends, I Googled the history of neck ties. Did … Continue reading Loosen up!
In the distant wilderness, far from the human race, there are experiences to be had and, whether you think you are alone or not, shared. Live life while you can. Write about your experiences later. This post inspired by the Daily Post prompt: distant Continue reading Before the Breathing Air is Gone
Once upon a time, on a warm afternoon in July, Christobel crept to Ka-trickle Creek. On faeries she would spy! Softly she snuck to the waters edge, and in the quiet by and by, two little people who were very sweet wandered over … Continue reading Christobel
We, my husband, myself, and my nine-year-old son, were living in our 12 x 16 unfinished “homestead” cabin (without power or running water) and, due to the constant rain, we were bored. Until I, creative person that I am, had an idea of something we could do to pass the time as a family. “Hey Greg,” I said, catching my son’s attention. “How about you trot upstairs and bring down that package of army men your uncle gave to you.” I could tell by the look he shot me that he thought it strange his mom was asking for his army … Continue reading Message from the Little Green Men
It was Mother’s Day and time for the youngest grandchild to descend the path and touch his reflection within the gently trickling waters of the special place I take every grandchild to on their very first “hike” with me. Years before, another: And so it goes. It might not be the Blarney Stone, but it is a right of passage. Silly, nutty Grandma! It’s’ what I do. This post was triggered by The Daily Post: Descend Continue reading A New Generation Descends Upon
Today’s Daily Prompt is Symptom. I have a book that I treasure, one that includes a list of vitamins and minerals and has a list of symptoms that can indicate what vitamin or mineral is missing in their daily health regime. Along with that list is a list of foods and herbs rich in those particular nutrients. I refer to the lists in that book often. I used to see, back in the 1980s, those lists on large, attractive posters upon the walls of various pharmaceutical outlets. Those days are long gone. The industry would rather, now, to keep people in the dark. … Continue reading Symptoms of the Lack of . . .
This post is in regards to the Daily Prompt: Acceptance, while knowing I will fight. Hello readers, It’s been a while since I wrote anything anywhere because my eyeballs hurt. After finishing up a book for a client I finally went to see the eye doctor and not only has my prescription (for glasses) changed, my optic nerve disintegrated over these last twelve months in the same way that someone’s would if they had experienced a recent hard blow to the back of the head, which I most certainly did not. (Although my eye-pressure is pretty normal.) New glasses came in and, … Continue reading What if I go blind?
This is in response to the Daily Post’s photo challenge: Solitude. I remain, after autumn’s harvest, after winter’s winds spirited away those who were left of my loves and family and friends, hanging alone. “Many shall be purified, and made white, and tried; but the wicked shall do wickedly: and none of the wicked shall understand; but the wise shall understand. And from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up, there shall be a thousand two hundred and ninety days. Blessed is he that waiteth, and cometh to the thousand three hundred and … Continue reading Riding the Tail of Winter
I take joy in storytelling, through words and through my artwork. But let’s talk art–my art–for a minute. I love to do two things in many of my paintings: I love to paint a scene and then have viewers tell me what type of character or animal they’d like to see in it and many times I will use those suggestions. I like to paint things that give the viewer a sense of there being a story that probably goes along with the “illustration.” People ask,”What’s the story behind this?” Well, sometimes I have one, sometimes it is “in craft.” (I may have just … Continue reading The Act of the Craft
POV: Grandma (me) telling a story to the grandkids. This is in response to two things: the Daily Post photo challenge: Solitude: This week, show us what being alone means to you, and the Daily Prompt: Overwhelming. And so we set out upon the trail, climbing, always climbing. It did not take long before Uncle Tom began to chide how many times I had to stop to catch my breath and stretch my legs. This was, after all, my first truly physical hike of the season. After a half an hour, I lost sight of Uncle Tom. It seemed as if … Continue reading The Doolittle Day with Uncle Tom