A handful of kindle books returned after reading a few pages, I picked up English Pastoral: An Inheritance, by James Rebanks, from the blue-and-white porcelain bowl where I stashed it to dust until sometime in the far future when I’d have time and glasses on to read a hard-copy book.…
GUARDRAILS
Presumably, Alex just had another flying lesson. I overhead J. talking to him … mom wants you to wear goggles and a helmet. In my defense, I am also the mother who rarely failed to say, you look good in your uniform. [Momspeak for hang in there and finish this.]…
WILL YOU SING?
This is the question I am asking myself. I know it will mean something different to you. I remember the year of traveling around the state meeting with bank heads. In a position loftier than my talent and probably not where my heart or ambitions lay. Traveling with older, more…
CORNERS SQUARED AND COVERS PULLED TIGHT
Tired of a diet of crime TV, we’ve turned to music and sports documentaries. Among other inspirational themes, both deliver their takes on overcoming adversity. Shot, but not dead. Never give in and never give up. Fear is energy you can use. Last night’s look at the life of a…
WALTZING OVER A TRAP DOOR
I am troubled this morning by my complacency. Turning pages toward the end of the novel, “[The Covenant of Water],” by Abraham Verghese, a deep dive into life in India and the caste system there, I fought sleep thinking about the many things I take for granted. Entitlement is a…
THIS IS MY EDEN
I love to water plants early in the morning before the heat sets in. I remember a misty morning as a child, swinging, watching my grandmother water her flowers. I hope they were roses or peonies. I remember a friend telling her young son there are places in the world…