It’s Not Fair!

“It’s not fair!” apparently has multiple uses and shows up in all kinds of unexpected places – at bedtime, at dinnertime, at times when it appears that his brother receives anything slightly different from what he has, and, one of my personal favorites, when we’re stuck at a red light and can’t get moving to…

Back in the Saddle

Riding a bicycle has always been something I’ve loved.  As a child, jumping onto my bike – complete with its banana seat and handle bars with streamers flying out of them – provided me such a sense of freedom.  As soon as I started turning the pedals over, my world opened up ahead of me,…

Sunlight and Shadows

So I’ve been thinking a lot lately about time and moments – about how much we (or at least I) cling to the importance of conceptualizing, or maybe compartmentalizing, our lives into bits and pieces that make sense to us.   In some ways, it’s as if we’re obsessed with the notion of breaking our lives…

Living at the Edge

I guess I’ve always known on some level that life can change in an instant, but the thought was always one I kept off to the side of my existence.  Choosing, instead, the comfortable illusion of safety, of stability, I went about my life pretty much ignoring the fact that I was walking along an…

Tears . . .

It’s a week or so after my last blog post (Rebirth), and for anyone wondering . . . yes, I’m still here in the storm; and part of that tempest includes sorrow – with tears falling all around me.   So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking – and writing – about tears.  What are…

Rebirth

I’ve always loved to write – it all started with teenage journals and innocent poems of youth and grew into a way to heal what often felt like wounds too deep to know without the written word.  Over the last few years, I’ve had an aching desire to resurrect my love for words, and so,…