Here I hold a bottle of mine

in which I save my precious times.

The kind I never want to forget;

memories so dear to me and yet

elusive and flitting they are.

Poor untaught Eve whose brief, persuaded sinning

Brings still upon her head the stern disdain

Of heavy-domed philosophers, the grinning

Sly knowingness of fools, and all the pain;

And even, sometimes, too, a sense of hurt

And disapproval from her numerous brood

Of daughters....

In the process of helping my mom clear out stuff from her house (she does not want to leave my sister and myself with a huge house full of things to go through when she passes) I have been privileged to see scrapbooks and hear tell the stories behind the pictures.  I h...

Words to live by. 

A friend of mine used to greet me that way.  He was long- and fully lived, having been through wars and children and loss and a multitude of jobs.  He never failed to see some good or potential for good in his every day. 

He also said it in a...

This afternoon I will attend another service celebrating a life well lived and now over.  This will be one of many people I called friend that I have said goodbye to in this way.  For my age, this number may be higher than most, as my affinity for those 20+ years my se...

Upon the loss of a friend...

My heart weeps, though I knew it would come.

Your brutal honesty and bear love engulfed me each time we gathered together.

Your presence, no longer solid, will continue to occupy space in my brain and my heart.

I will hear your rough and gruff...

As my nation dwells upon the tragedies of this day 16 years ago, I see the little flags that have been placed at the junctions of street and driveway and ponder many things: 

I think back to that day, when I was a new mother holding my 2 ½ -week old daughter while watch...