I have learned of little things and of stopping. I am finite…
Category Archives: Writing
A Memory Tucked
“Wait, I want to show you something…”
“Soon..soon brown stalks awaken with green which turn to leaves.”
“Easy girl. Easy.”
March 16, 2022 The news reporting and the replies from Ukrainians have caused me to marvel at the field of linguistics. I’m sure there is some selection to find English-speaking individuals. Their abilities re-ignite my vow to learn another language and to actually try out those abilities with travel! From last time, I wrote aboutContinue reading ““Easy girl. Easy.””
Two Days Ahead
March 9, 2022 As a mother and as a citizen I wonder at my expectations. I expect the world of my generation to be wiser. I did not expect that my life be influenced by an ex-KGB agent. Once again, one of my minds focus is upon politicos. As war – war! – or invasionContinue reading “Two Days Ahead”
Blue and Yellow
May they know the love of neighbors and the beauty of humanity…the peace of a home which will always know safety.
Cardiology and concrete.
Beyond the curtain glass wall, footsteps and conversations criss cross continuously. It is pleasantly busy, not unlike a neighborhood corner cafe..
Women’s Health: February is Mammogram Time
February 3, 2022. 7:07 the oven clock shown in the go color of digital green. My appointment was scheduled for 7:30. “ I could be five minutes late,” I reasoned with the half-wit awareness of one’s sleepy brain. “It’s been a long, long time,” I thought to myself. “I haven’t been late in a foreverContinue reading “Women’s Health: February is Mammogram Time”
2022 Begins with a Bill
January 26, 2022 https://www.congress.gov/bill/117th-congress/house-bill/4 As I drove, I had been entertaining my mind with designs of ear buds and headphones, wondering about styles and sound quality and ear health. You know, substantial thoughts like that.. Three miles away from my destination, I drove under the overpasses. A January midday, below zero but a sunny dayContinue reading “2022 Begins with a Bill”
My soul had felt it for weeks. “Don’t wait,” from weeks ago ripened into the phrase ‘It’s time”…