My grandson talks to me in his native tongue, telling me stories from foreign lands. He snuggles close beside my ear to speak sometimes, others he paces back and forth across the room waving his tiny arms in the air, clapping with delight at his own jokes. I laugh, although I do not understand a […]
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Magic is Afoot
Posted in Spirit on May 15, 2021 | 1 Comment »
Promises of Paris
Posted in Holidays, Spirit on April 15, 2021 | Leave a Comment »
It’s almost 2 AM, too early to wake, but Paris and hunger has roused me from a restless four hour nap. I recall very few times in my life that I have been too excited to eat, but the last few days before my trip have been so packed with preparations and anticipation I have […]
Days of Amber
Posted in All things natural, Angst, anger, anarchy, Spirit on November 16, 2020 | 3 Comments »
The light is perfect today, brilliant and golden, like the world put on its polarized sunglasses, laughed, and then woke me early to share the joke. Even before I venture outside, the color tells me there will be a crispness to the air and a faint whisper of burning leaves. The scurry of fall is […]
The Flame
Posted in Spirit on April 21, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
I guess you could say I carried a torch for him, well at times it was just a tiny flicker of light cupped in my hand to keep the flame alive in the gale that was my life. Other times the fire burned so brightly I had to turn my eyes away and wipe the […]
MY GRANDMOTHER”S IRON BED
Posted in My father's mom, Spirit on November 7, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
The man’s name was Hardin Porter and he was suppose to be a cousin to my Dad’s mother, but I have searched the family tree and have yet to shake out a Porter from its branches. I know he existed, because I have an article about him rafting logs down the Rough River in Grayson […]
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