There is no discernible relationship between the acorn and the oak excepting what the acorn may become given the right circumstances. We learn from the acorn that the full-grown oak is both measurably and fundamentally different from the seed out of which it sprang.
The splash of color across that twilit sky on New Year’s Eve told a different story, a story of artistic abandon transcending the need to get things ‘just right’.
I did what I promised her I wouldn’t.
But, please, let me explain…
It is the first week of November and I finally got around to pulling out my winter clothes and putting all that is summer away. November seems kind of late in the […]
September 27, 2014, three Saturdays before my eldest daughter’s wedding, I sat on my side porch enjoying breakfast and a hot cup of black coffee, while pondering my very long to-do list. […]
For my Sister, who I will always remember as Peter Pan. Two winding roads brought us here with twists and turns unexpected Like ribbons intertwined our paths would cross until […]
A couple of weeks back, after a conversation with my Mom about her grieving process (if you don’t know, we lost my Sister December 19, 2013), I suddenly had the strange feeling […]
I turned 50 last week. For many, this event would mark an important milestone. For me it passed by virtually unnoticed. The suitcase I carried to my sister’s funeral still sits in a […]
I hate New Year’s Resolutions. Always have, always will. I heard on the news the other day that most people abandon their Resolutions by January 17 or something like that (only 10 […]
Upon my return from Thanksgiving break I saw that my friend Emily over at The Waiting had added a new writing challenge to her series “Remember the Time Blog Hop” which I […]