Fading Colors

fading flowers, hydrangea, fall, autumn

  As I look out my windows, I see the fading colors in our garden spots. I'm not ready. You read that right—I'm not ready.  The spring and summer blooms have kept my spirits high as I glanced from a window or stepped to our back deck. And on those days we've headed out in the…

Word for 2019

Lots of folks make resolutions each new year. Others set specific goals. I've never been successful with either. As I attempt to live in the slow lane, I'm putting aside such organized planning for my life.  Instead, I've chosen the word "contemplate" to guide me through my next year.   Slowing down has shown me areas in…

Changes…Not Again!

My family history consists of many changes. With parentage defining our personal history, my parents and my DNA have more or less labelled me in many respects, especially change. When my dad arrived home from work on Fridays, he teased my mom that it was a good thing he wasn't a drunk. His reasoning was…

Adrift or Evolving?

 I feel adrift.Since January, following a fall, I feel adrift. Adrift as a wife, a writer, a friend, a human being.My body, in pain most days, isn't allowed to do housework as ordained by professionals. Simple cooking is OK. No vigorous kitchen cleanup reads don't make a huge mess while cooking.My mind won't wrap itself…

Seeing Memories Through a New Lense

A couple of weeks ago I was contacted in response to a nonfiction essay I submitted last year. The essay's status fell to the bottom of my pile when 12 months passed since submission. Yet, an email popped in explaining the delay and telling me the essay on how my parents met would be published…