Tag Archives: Childhood

OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT OUR CHILDREN…

Call me Saint Francis of Suburbia. My back yard is an official Natural Habitat. It’s easy. Go online, check off: Feeders, Water, Trees, and the like, pay $25 (yard flag) up to $100-plus (a bronze plaque) I went with the … Continue reading

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MENTAL ILLNESS – a mother speaks

I’m crying as I write this. This past Easter Sunday – visiting hours at Peachford Hospital. I am alone. My son, 26, unshaven, shaking, in flip-flops and torn clothes he slept in, sits alone at a table, peeling a tangerine. … Continue reading

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HOW TO STOP WORRYING AND EMBRACE BEING ALONE (even on your birthday)

“Since I gave up all hope, I feel so much better” – anonymous   I write this on my 61st birthday. I chose to be alone, and fled to the wilderness. Rather than dancing at a drunken Bacchanal or a romantic … Continue reading

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Dreaming in Color

I dreamed that all was yellow inside their windows a pale meringue light beamed in summer kitchens morning, forever, morning Girls in sweet sun-frocks twirled lemon-laced skirts for buttoned-up, tucked-in boys The sweet-acid taste of first loves hover above, yet … Continue reading

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READERS’ RAMP-UP CHALLENGE – WHO WILL JOIN ME IN READING THESE TOP 100 BOOKS IN 2015?

Dear Friends, Are you, as I am, reading less these days? In my youth, I read everything. And I mean hard cover books, full price – dozens a year. Maybe 1,000 total! I’m ashamed to say that this year, if … Continue reading

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THE TURNING TIDE – A POEM

THE TURNING TIDE   I don’t sail there it’s not my sea  But fallen blood flows back to me       Not the fools crimson carnival ride  But dark Alabama, deep and wide    From the home never lost I … Continue reading

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CURTAIN CALL – THE NEW FOUNTAIN THEATER

The full moon pulls me outside and I rise or fall, like the obedient tide. Each full moon has a name, you know.  October is either Hunters or Harvest. I don’t feel like looking it up, but I’m going with … Continue reading

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MY LIFE FILLED WITH RICH’S

  A legend lives forever, but not so famous stores. Yet for those of us once spellbound by Rich’s, memories endure through corporate takeovers, Macy’s hyphenations, broken promises to not drop the Rich’s name, and finally, the demolition of the physical … Continue reading

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