Sunday Blizzard

James Thurber rightfully said “Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.” Blizzards on the high plains are no laughing matter – until they’re done with. Maybe. This week’s winter storm snowed people in, sent ranchers scrambling to find calves possibly born in the storm, and caused ministers to reluctantly cancel Sunday services. A Wisconsin weather … More Sunday Blizzard

Tribute to Mom

Happy Birthday, Mom! I’ve been thinking lately about phases of your life I have observed and your indelible influence on me.  There’s plenty to remember and my heart is full. I remember you sitting down at the piano in the living room to play The Love of God for no one but you. While you … More Tribute to Mom

I Am From

I Am From (A prompted, reflective, prose-poem)   I am from black coffee mugs parked near leather recliners and books with real pages. From doilies, and coasters for all day iced tea. I am from homemade chocolate chip cookies that evaporate when no one’s looking and oatmeal raisin morsels that refuse to stay in their … More I Am From