My father was born with a real silver spoon in his mouth, not gold not platinum but a nice solid silver. Not by any fault of his own but rather by his family having practiced good business and money-wise decisions. I still have his monogrammed solid silver christening cup. I was born with a silver… Read More Spoons
An Old Way with Words My father in his off-handed way imparted some advice on us. Advice of which I have shared with my children and hopefully will to their children too. “Your word is the only thing you truly own and take with you when you die.” By this he meant of all the things… Read More Your Words – Be Remembered Well!
Flesh and bone Our spark is strong But strength in one breath, Can be replaced by death. Life needs to be earned. Fragile the stone. As a feather blown When the hammer of war Rocks us to center and core. Will we never learn? Humanity is drowned When survival is crowned. Life – a struggle… Read More Survival Crowned
I am no expert on the Runes but I am an admirer of the Northern Traditions. I wrote this to use with a set of rune stones to challenge my writing. Please feel free to share your comments, suggestions and/or improvements. The Writer’s Runes – The First Aett FEHU Cattle was to the people of the… Read More Writer’s Runes – The First Aett
Come on lets go see that house that caught fire.” Johanna said pulling Lisa out the door. “Poppa we are going outside to play.” She called out. If anyone of the girls could sniff out something to do that was out of the ordinary and sometimes got her sisters into trouble, it was Johanna. Dora… Read More The Blanket
(This is a short piece written in 2002. I still remember this moment on this day although most of the thousands of miles I commuted over those years barely fire off a synapsis these days. Days like this one left imprints. Word Count 700) I pulled out of the parking lot and headed over the railroad… Read More The Commute
I learned a long time ago frogs do make wonderful watchdogs and motion sensors. Rather than sounding the alarm like a watchdog it is their silence that warns you. Stepping outside at 4 am was the best way to decide how warm I was going to dress for the day. The early morning was cool… Read More Watch Frogs
You know those fleeting memories from childhood that make no sense until you mention them to an attending adult to fill in the story – this is one of those. It was a sunny afternoon. We were picnicking out in the foothills above Porterville. I have seen pictures of us out in the long… Read More An Old Rattlesnake