There is nothing to writing. Just sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway
Being a member of the LDS church is living as a member in a worldwide community. No matter where you go, you find members with an immediate connection of established values. Those members become your resource for friendships and relationships. They become a network for your children to befriend. A “safe” house you feel comfortable …
It wasn’t a swoosh. Even with several inches of freshly fallen snow, I could hear the fight between metal and ice. The ice was winning. I could tell because of the sharp piercing slide. A warning, DANGER AHEAD or in my case, behind.
COVID SURVIVOR (Part 1) Sharp knives of light and energy penetrate every pore on my scalp. Underneath the daggers plays a constant hum. It does not pulsate. It does not waiver. It is a steady overall explosion of my brain in technicolor.
COVID – THE FLOOD (Part 2) I wash my hands, COVID precaution, even though I already have it. Have to be responsible. I step out of the bathroom on to my squishy carpet. Funny I didn’t notice that when I waddled in here. I walk upstairs and walk on water toward the kitchen. I find water cascading out from under our kitchen sink. I am so confused.
Continued from Part 2 Our appointment is at 6 pm. We are early. Old people are like that. I am not sure when I got old, but there you have it. We snake around the empty hospital parking lot, questioning where to go. “Are we suppose to go to the emergency room?” I weakly ask, …
Continued from COVID SURVIVOR (part 3) When I was a child, my parents, two sisters, and I built a cabin in the California redwoods. Mostly it was my father and his best friend, Al Guerin. It is on a 1/4 acre hill lot. The cabin sits high, so you feel like you are in a …
Continued from part 4 I’ve been home for over a week now. Every day I try to do something to get my strength back. It is difficult. Chris is slowly recovering as well. One day I changed the sheets. I yelled a lot at Chris. He looked scared.The next day I cleaned the bathroom.The next …
“Mom, Tyler asked if you were old yet. He said he can’t imagine you ever getting old.” My 32-year-old son was visiting an old neighborhood friend on a recent out of state trip. This was part of their conversation. At first I was amused because, well, girls just want to have fun. But I haven’t …
Choices. It isn’t always about the lesser of two evils, but right now it sure feels that way. We all, hopefully, have a wide range of friends with an equally wide range of political views. Perhaps some civilly discuss their differing views, but that has not been my experience. Some may invest the time and …
Chapter 1 Song and Dance “Papa, is Zia Lita a witch?”Angelina asks quietly, but not quiet enough. The afternoon meal eaten out back at the summer table is a noisy family affair. Angelina’s question stops the chatter. Next to Papa, Mama’s tiny hands stop in mid air along with the forks and spoons of …