http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5bTYSjYg_0 Lost upon a path Shadowed by fear, uncertainty Feeling forgotten and alone, Wondering, wondering Is there time? Seeing, yet not touching Hearing, but not speaking Feeling, yet not finding, that kindred soul. Wondering, wondering Is there time? Memories masked with anger Some made not at all. Have we crossed that threshold? Wondering, wondering Is… Continue reading Is there time?
I love Italians. They certainly know how to throw a Wedding Rehearsal Dinner party. Working at the Vineyard part-time, I've come to be involved in the summer time events, especially the weddings and rehearsal dinners. Last night we held a rehearsal dinner get-together for about 96 people, half of them Italians. I think what really stuck with me… Continue reading The Big Fat Italian Rehearsal Dinner: Reflections of a Part-Time Bartender
My dearest children: This letter is to all of you, whether I birthed you or not. It is a letter of love and of gratitude for being so special that you've come into my life to make me a better person. While there may have been times you thought I was a villain, it was only because I loved you enough to… Continue reading A Letter to My Children
We all start out in the world, naked. A clean slate in which life dabs a pen and begins to write. It's a unique experience being a part of life's story. We all are in one big book that keeps going on and on. It doesn't stop when I die, it gets carried on in a sequel with my children… Continue reading A Journey with Life’s Pen.
Who says wealth is determined by how much money you have? I gave up on material things a long time ago. As I left behind the big city, the six figure salary, and headed to the mountains of North Georgia, I also gave up the burden of trying to accumulate material wealth. It really didn't… Continue reading Monday Morning Bliss: A Reflection on the Movie “Larry Crowne.”
For Kevin Henderson Closer to the Clouds It is the rustling of the wind, or, perhaps the play of trees. The gentle sound of a hushed whisper, coming up over the mountain yonder way. Movement in rolling waves, as the breeze caresses the tops of Maples Oaks, the Pine which stole a spot not meant… Continue reading “Closer to the Clouds”
Well I thought I would offer a bit of short horror after the day of love. This little story won a Literary Award and was published in the Corn Creek Review. Thought some might like to see what happens when love goes wrong. Vengeance The figure was always a shadow, half hidden behind outdated… Continue reading Small bite of Horror from Upcoming book “Dead Lady Bugs”
Lying in bed during the holidays with the cold and flu can make you wistful and melancholy. I was viewing Christmas pictures from last Christmas and smiling, feeling a little sad that it will be just me and Kevin this year. Last year we got to spend time in Oklahoma with his family and children,… Continue reading The Truth of the Matter – A Reflection of Christmas Past