In my keepsake folder, I have carried a photograph of two people I’ve never met. Going on 30-35 years. Where I found it I can no longer rightly remember, though I have a vague recollection of watching it emerge while I was peeling another photo out of a frame. Continue reading Someone Else’s Parents, July 1956
The last four weeks of my father’s life began in the cancer ward of a Seattle, Washington, hospital.
As he lay on his deathbed, he sought prayers and salvation from every person of the cloth that would visit his room. He’d actually asked that his name be put on any available list. He was afraid and, I venture, he felt he had good reason. Continue reading What Promise Love
Grocery shopping on Xanax.
It’s not like shopping hungry. There was no inner debate about the merits for including snacks and items I hadn’t intended to buy. (Actually, I didn’t even pull the list out of my pocket.) Continue reading Exaggerated Sense of Well Being
From this pile of fabric and brick-a-brack to Petit Four (or Bon Bon, some say).
Our krewe theme; Just Desserts. Weather was the same as last year, 35 Fahrenheit and windy, so that cool, sparkly bodice was replaced with a sweater and lace top. Continue reading New Orleans, Mardi Gras week
Well, enough people have asked after this recipe, that it merits a pub. I made these Baked Alaska bites for a finger-food party. I’m glad I took pictures. For a good turn out, give yourself enough time (at least four days in my case) and a spacious, cold freezer. A cool room to work in would be bonus. Continue reading Flaming Igloos, the recipe
This is all cull. Continue reading Pepper Jelly and Applesauce
Name ten things that can be done with a stick. I bet you can name twenty, even forty. The list, when you think about it, would be endless. But we don’t have that kind of time. Let’s start off with these.
Dig. Plant. Herd.
Shelter. Cook. Carve.
We’re tool makers. It’s what we do, have always done. Since the first bi-pedal perambulator wrapped her phalanges around the offshoot of a large, woody perennial. We survive because we are human. We thrive because of our environment. We became the first musical instruments expressing our gratitude to the Earth. Continue reading Sticks
Former high school classmate. One-time boss.
Lover of the frenetic. Adopter of strays.
Friend. Kick-ass Scrabble player.
Jean, is gone. Gone. Gone.
Yesterday morning I cried in my oatmeal as I reckoned with the Continue reading Life Unfinished
Parked. Landed. Unfurled and unpacked. I have these few days pause between reunions. My heart is still pounding with joy, my head is filled to overflowing with memories. Hard to get a good night’s sleep but I must. A few days, here, to settle with some business, before slipping a short distance south for my first Vision Quest. Continue reading Holding Down the Everyday
On this new moon I am camping in the hills of southeastern Pennsylvania. The state park is quiet and still, maybe because this is a Monday nearing the end of summer. I imagine most camping families have begun putting away their adventure gear in favor of backyard maintenance, getting ready for school, and attending the last weddings and reunions of the season. I am heading to a reunion as well. Continue reading Alone, Yet Not Alone