On Friday, my whole day revolved around fish. It had nothing to do with the fact that I was raised Catholic and it was considered a sin to eat meat on Fridays back then, and so my family usually ate fish. It had everything to do with a local Floyd business that consists of two […]
I sit when others are standing…I lay when they sit…Arriving last and leaving first…I lean on walls to look less suspicious…I walk when others are running…I stop when they keep going… ~ Colleen My husband, Joe, headed down to Roanoke Sunday morning with a young man that he’s taken under his wing, to hear […]
AKA: Have Art Will Travel My eldest son, Josh, and I share a love of art, and we especially like creating it from unlikely everyday things. When it comes to art, I’m a late bloomer. The extent of my childhood exposure to it was flour and water paste, crayons, and homemade paper dolls. In school […]
AKA Girl Talk: If the weather is nice on a Sunday, I get together with neighborhood girlfriends and go for a walk. Occasionally our conversations get wild, and sometimes the barking dogs we pass seem less than tame. Other than that, our walks are mostly relaxing. The two friends I walked with this past Sunday […]
Chris played the flute at my husband Joe’s and my wedding and has led traditional sweat lodges for years. A longtime self-employed craftsperson, Chris, aka Deerheart, is known for his handcrafted flutes, drums, rattles, and lanterns. These days he’s focusing his creative talents on one-of-a-kind wooden bowls and furniture. Alina has a prose piece in […]
AKA: I am My Father’s Daughter My husband was home from work because of the snow. It was 11:30 and I was just getting breakfast, after having put in a load of laundry, fed the dog, wrapped a Christmas package for mailing, gotten the upstairs bedroom ready for the respite foster care I was scheduled […]
AKA: Not all that glitters is gold ~ JRR Tolkein Having 4 legs to balance her, our dog, Jazzy, didn’t have to slide her way down to the mailbox like I did. What we have here is a white Christmas with a little extra sparkle. There is no snow to shovel. Only ice and frozen […]
AKA: This is what can happen when I take Sundays off from blogging. I woke up first, with a headache and the spinning realization that my vertigo had returned. My husband, becoming aware of my stirring, soon opened his eyes and smiled at me. We exchanged morning greetings and checked-in with each other. His report: […]
It is not only the living who are killed in war. ~ Isaac Asimov Leaving the Café Del Sol, after our Scrabble game on Sunday, my friend Mara and I discovered that we were unexpectedly stuck in town, but we also had front row seats to our local Veterans Day Parade. Unlike most parades with […]
This is the compliment I received first thing Sunday Morning: “You look like Mary Poppins. Your cheeks are rosy. Don’t tell Joe (your husband) I said that.” It came from one of the individuals with a developmental disability that I sometimes provide weekend respite foster-care for, and it translates to mean: “You’re a fun caregiver […]
These days it’s hard to know if I’m coming or going, and my father’s progress since his car accident three weeks ago seems to take one step forward and two back. First there was the 2 week trip to Aspen for a wedding in October and then a week in Boston this November to visit […]
He was an artillery soldier in Patton’s army, and he always maintained that the only reason he survived the war was because of the big cannon-like gun he stood behind. Standing behind his “Long Tom,” surviving the war when so many didn’t, is probably where his trademark saying began: “Somebody upstairs must like me.” ~ […]
