dirt

Ms Debbie there’s dirt on your face Ash Wednesday was explained to some happily by me went to a church not my church but aren’t we all the church so what does it matter except some…well don’t don’t do and don’t do but today I did go with my friend and receive the ashes dust … More dirt

06.11.18

the day picked for you you had no choice but it fits a June birthday at least I believe so because to me you are sunshine you are the blond head of hair the hospitable one the welcomer capable of addressing anyone perhaps you sometimes think of yourself as winter gray to me, you are … More 06.11.18

unexpected

I have experienced the unexpected this week. Not in a huge way, as in nothing revolutionary happened. Nothing far out of the ordinary, I suppose. Yet. Thinking back to Sunday, which was Palm Sunday. My son was in Kentucky for his spring break and performed a recital in Louisville. His sister surprised him by attending. … More unexpected

twenty three

Today marks my son’s 23rd birthday. So I felt it appropriate to write a bit about him. As far as children go, some people want a bunch. I wanted two. I wanted a boy and a girl. The boy being the oldest. And that’s what I got. Interesting, since other details of my life haven’t … More twenty three

grace

As I consider Christmas, and what I’d give myself if I gave myself gifts, I consider grace. The word grace. Plain. Simple. New year. Resolutions. Goals. Thoughts as to what I want to change. The word, again, comes to my mind. Grace. Give myself grace. I am not perfect. I am a person. Over and … More grace

thoughts on the week

I wrote this on Sunday. Just got around to posting today… This past week was a week. As in rather trying. Emotions and words and faces. Joys. Hopes. Memories. Voices. Smiles. Hugs. Thank yous. I’m sorries. I got up Wednesday morning feeling physically worse than I have in a long, long time. Headache. Emotionally drained. … More thoughts on the week

the process

I took a walk yesterday evening. I like to walk despite the fact I like to run. I came home after work, after teaching a piano lesson. And decided to walk. Even though. I had a dishwasher to unload. Clothes to fold. Emails to read and respond to. I decided to take a walk. Even … More the process

all I’ve got

I’ve had the conversation with my daughter numerous times. I tell her I believe the work I do is important. Imperative. And it’s fine that it’s not on the front lines. That I’m not loud or in someones face. That I feel my work is to be there in the day-to-day. In the neighborhoods. With … More all I’ve got

sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget about rain. And then it rains. Like right now. It’s currently raining. A soft rain. Not associated with a storm. It rarely rained in my hometown. So all those years, growing up, I never became familiar with rain. It was always a luxury. A special treat. No one owned an umbrella. When … More sometimes I forget

brown eyed girl

I am a song lyric person. I believe I’ve mentioned it before in my blog. When I hear a song, I often think of a person. I relate the song, based on the lyrics, to a person I know or have known. Not always, but sometimes. Often, actually. Brown Eyed Girl. A classic. And I … More brown eyed girl