Remember when you’d lie on the kitchen floor after dinner some nights ? All stretched out in your hang on, just give me a second bliss ? & remember when you would s l o w and steadily narrate your scary Swamp Story every time we’d find ourselves driving along that dark, dreary road ? & remember …
Got one of these guys yesterday evening. Totally out of the blue. Completely unexpected. And hey. wait. what ?? I didn’t know it was supposed to rain … Husband and I muttered back and forth. But since absolutely nothing was happening outside our window, we went about our biz, per usual. When the siren bellowed, …
what a wonderful world. 🙂 Simple Things
His birthday is in March and Spaghetti Day is how we do. But this year, the man we call Dad is 90, so double up on the celebrating, Sibs and I decided, with a picnic in our favorite park, on a Saturday in June. And yep, the planning and organizing and getting to and prepping …
I write about them, often … A favorite song. A worn out, cozy sweatshirt. A child’s giggle. A cup of coffee, when I didn’t even ask. An infectious laugh. An unnecessary, but very much appreciated, thank you. And as I looked out my window the other morning, I was reminded of the pure pleasantness they …
I was at Grandboys’ baseball games yesterday evening when, somewhere behind me, I heard the pure, awesome wonderfulness of a child giggling. The not a care in the world, giggling. The everything is right and perfect and easy and this is how life should be, giggling. Soon after this most priceless moment, I was asked …
Sometimes, I’ll jot it down. Other times, I’ll place these miscellaneous bits into my iPhone notes. But all the time, the process is a wonderful mystery. And poems are my favorite form of writing. Like a puzzle tumbled out and about on a table, there the words will patiently wait. Put it together, figure it …