50 years in the making

I wrote this on Fathers Day after waking up early-squirrely and lounging about in my pajamas while other folk celebrated their dads and husbands and favorite peeps. Much like “Winter is Coming!,” my 50th birthday looms meekly on the horizon; like Munro Leaf’s Ferdinand, the giant bull, who preferred reveling in the flowers and shade … More 50 years in the making

Metamorphosis

Lately, I’ve had that feeling…the sense something is coming – a change. Not a Kafka-esque shriveling into an Ungeziefer; more of an unwinding and turning toward something. This sense of an arriving horizon is vague and familiar; it has been spot on each time it’s moseyed up. This time, I will walk it out, pay attention, and … More Metamorphosis

Ridiculous wealth

The tiny house is quiet. It is Sunday morning and the pup-taunting bubbles have been put away, number one son is stretched out in the next room, number one daughter and her husband are nestled in my room. Even the big dog’s green ball rests beside my feet while she sleeps. I am filled to … More Ridiculous wealth