Was it an Angel?

Note: I tried to post this Sept. 15, but it didn’t show up until about five days later on my blog, so I am republishing in a new post. Let’s see how this works. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ Dearest Readers:   If you have been hanging around here for a few years, you know by now that our family…

Little Me and the Big Move

Dearest Reader: It appears I may have taken an unplanned Sabbatical. It will soon be a year since I posted here. As I look back over the course of 2025, I see that I started and left four posts unfinished.  For starters, I attended the graduation of a grandson in Oregon, visited my brother’s family…

The Myth of Letting Go/Moving On

Dearest Reader: As I post this, I am at a Writers Retreat in Oregon, combined with a trip to visit my son and his family.  On November 5th, I wrote in my journal… “Nov. 5, Today is the last day of the “before” part of my life. Nov 6, Tomorrow begins the “after.” 9:30 pm…

Love smells, tastes, sounds, feels, looks like . . .

Dearest Readers: Recently, I found the “poem” below as I was going through one of the never-ending (at last it seems that way) boxes left over from our big move last year.  As I reflected on this list, now fifteen years later, it didn’t take long to remember the day and occasion upon which these…

“Then he isn’t safe?” Lucy said . . .

Dearest Reader, A few days ago I found this old piece of writing in my computer, dated January 6, 2009. And I remembered the struggle – the hard place I was in. The day’s dreariness matched my thoughts as I walked around Outer Perimeter Drive at Chicago Botanical Gardens that day. Moments later I wrote…

The Aftermath of Five Frenzied Weeks Part two

Dear Reader – In my last post, I left you with our “old” house empty and boxes everywhere in the “new” place,” having returned from a week in Wisconsin with family. I promised to tell you about the aftermath of the five frenzied weeks we moved from our home of forty-three years. (Read about it…

Dear Beautifully-Broken Bit of Beach Glass

(You may listen to me read this post as you follow along if you’d like) I see you there, tossed on the beach along with the stones battered by waves after the breaking Such exquisite beauty before the scattering tossing brokenness I see you searching knowing the beauty of scattered pieces finding each other again…