Just an hour ago, I clicked on the “purchase” button at the online Apple store, spending $1700+ dollars on a new MacBook Air. Hence the Apple logo, the insatiably voracious version of Pac Man.
Munch, munch, munch out of my budget…
Five minutes later, Continue reading
Dusting the old folks…
Echo River
“Soon we had fashioned a rude boat,
and with lanterns affixed to the prow were ferrying tours across the smoky waters:
Styx, Lethe, Echo River, the host
of wonders I had found. By slapping
the water with the flat of my paddle,
there comes a sound like the ringing of bells,
a mournful, hollow melody—waves lap-
ping and beating under the low stone arches.
The voice, too, will reproduce in myriad; Continue reading
On November 27, 2012 at 2:25pm, the man who called me “Bugsy” took his last gasp. I can’t really call it a breath. Continue reading
I just posted this on the Dogpatch Writers Collective, but I thought I’d share this on my blog, too. The women at VIDA have their work cut out for them.
One of my nieces dated many men on her way to the altar. She stayed close with some, and one in particular, Ted, became a long term friend. At least until he died from cancer.
Ted left a twenty-something wife and a young son, Tommy, to figure out their lives without him. They all live in a relatively small town, and my niece has her own children, one of them a boy (Jonathan) the same age as Tommy. The two boys play on the same baseball team.
A few weeks ago, Jonathan, had been down in the dumps because he hadn’t had a hit “in years.” He dreaded having to bat. An aside: we are all Cubs fans,
so we know about slumps.
But back to my niece’s story. She was sitting in the car with Jonathan, who refused to get out and go to baseball practice, so she gave him a pep talk: Continue reading
