A Boy, His Blankets and Being

He loves his blankets. all five of them. Waking up, he points to a blanket saying “it,” over and over until his Grandma gathers all of them Then, and only then, does he melt into her lap, uncharacteristically quiet while he wakes up slowly to his world. Grandma loves these rare, quiet times all of…

April Shenanigans

Up to her usual shenanigans, April plays with us once again. She dusts our neighborhoods with snow while we sleep, chuckling at our dismay as we peer out the window in the morning. It doesn’t seem to matter to her we have the hammock and the swing in the yard. She tells us its sweater-time…

Can You Be The Friend With No Answers?

My phone rang late one evening.  Seeing it was my young friend, I answered with a smile in my voice “Good evening, Bridgett.” (not her real name.) A small voice, said “Do you have time to talk? Hearing “Of course,” the small voice became even smaller as the “little girl” inside my very grown up…

On Saying Goodbye to a Son Who Lives Far Away

rounding a curve on Rt. 205 the air traffic control tower looms above the horizon on the way to Portland International Airport (PDX), home of the iconic teal  blue carpet (or is it teal green) where we take pictures of our feet the carpet that says “we’re home” or “we’re leaving. today we are leaving….

There’s a Hole In My Bucket (List)

I entered the second half of life with a sturdy bucket load of dreams, brimming with possibilities. In addition, that bucket held the resources I’d need in order to make them happen“things I thought I would do, who I thought I would become, places to which I would travel. Besides the writing classes and conferences…

Pieces of My Heart

If you have been reading for awhile here, you know I occasionally reference things my grandchildren have taught me. I find they are in the background of my mind most of my days. It’s no surprise when I sit down to be quiet, what is in the background comes to the fore. Wednesdays have become…

From Uninvited Guest to Friend

Oh, Hello Grief. Here you are a little early. Tomorrow would have been my brother’s 56th birthday – another bittersweet day to celebrate without him. This will be the seventh time since he lost his way in his beloved Montana Mountains and died of hypothermia. I was hoping you wouldn’t show up this year. That’s the…

Jesus has you. Everyday. Always

Jesus, I was hoping you would have something for me here at the beach today. You often do when I take time to look up, look down, look around,  but I didn’t do a lot of that kind of looking today.  While I found myself restless in my body, there still was a peacefulness of mind…

What Beach Glass Is Saying to Me

Sea glass, also called beach glass, is any glass that has eventually found its way to a body of water that has a sufficient combination of surf, sand and stone to naturally tumble, smooth, and frost the shard into a genuine gem.” Sea Glass Journal.  While sea glass is processed by the salt water of…