Writing Again. 3/16.

My grandfather’s rocking chair with worn but polished armrests, warmed in the morning sunshine with colors of awakening evergreens…mmm, time to write…

June.2023.

Ten hours of sleep, three hours of South Park..

It happened overnight..

I looked to the work ahead of me with a soul that had waited my whole life to be fifty-seven…

Pet Care

He looked at me, then jumped on the couch. I grabbed my scissors. Holding his ear, we began as we had a hundred times before. We began again.

Frying Bacon and Reading

No multi-tasking except for moments when I fried bacon while reading a presidential autobiography.

The Spirit of Christmas Budgets.

First, start with time. Not as a habit because a person won’t do it. Make time a gift to yourself. Do it now.

When I read…

When I read, at home in the woods…

I went fishing…

Up ahead lie my lake of ghosts and memories. “Papa,” I whispered into the lake’s breeze.

Self-Judgment.

I saw from myself, after waves of the past and all of the new roads ahead, a smile windowed from my soul…

Awaken the Story

In the midst of the troublesome world and a whole negative list of my own, at fifty-seven I am romanticizing my own corner of the world. As I awaken, I realize I have created a storybook life. Throughout all the ups and downs, here was my life.