Reveling in Randomness

Somedays, despite my best efforts, the day is steeped in more randomness than rhythm, and even though I tell myself I’d prefer to find or create a sense of rhythm for our days, I have to admit randomness seems to fit us pretty well. Sometimes it’s the flow of...

You, Me, Us (Part 2)

Me, Mama to each of you Hair wild and curly, each curl with a mind of its own, like me, and with as much attitude, I think. Eyes that seek and search and scan my world, my circumstances, looking, always looking for beauty and wonder. Smile that comes easily, readily...

You, Me, Us (Part 1)

You, my 15 year old girl Fiery red hair that faded to strawberry blonde that flows long even when caught up in a ploof. Eyes that see simple things with great wonder, taking in details, and reflecting deep feelings. Smile that shines, radiating joy like the sun’s rays...

Smile and Wave

Back when I was in high school it was part of the basic curriculum for students to learn a foreign language. Aside from the kids in the accelerated program who opted to enroll in Latin, the rest of us pretty much chose between French and Spanish. At that time, I...

Do You Hear What I Hear?

I’ve always been fascinated by the idea that two people can witness the same event but come away with sometimes very different accounts of what they just saw. In fact, differing perspectives on events and circumstances intrigue me enough that a few years ago I drafted...