In the late 1950’s my mom’s brother, Tom died. My sister and mom flew from LA to DC for the funeral. I stayed with the Burketts. I remember it clearly but at 11 I really had no experience with death or of someone I didn’t even remember. We had not seen that part of the…
Category: Musing
Excited Like Christmas
It’s December. As of today we have been staying-in-place for nine months–on my calendar our last day out was March 13…so. We’ve missed celebrating holidays at Mass, celebrating birthdays and holiday with family. Yeah, yeah, we are all in the same boat. What a gawd awful prospect, because we’re not. but that is a rant…
Mind How You Go
Mind how you go. It’s a phrase DI Thursday <ENDEAVOUR– INSPECTOR MORSE, the early years> uses regularly as a departure comment. We are now up to Series 5 but this week this statement has been like an ear worm. Mind how you go. I have always been a political junky. I blame the Hughes’s, Lou…
PANDEMIC LIFE
Terrifying unless you are surrounded by your own family, in your own house, eating all your favorite foods. We are fortunate, and so are our children and their children. And we are lucky to be able to ‘see’ our children and grands. In a recent FaceTime conversation with E, a happy and securely loved five…
Renewal
It’s not enough to want to write. It’s not enough to write in your head–although that is usually very good writing. Why do I write? I’m not a good speller. I am a lousy proofreader. My English methodology is sketchy at best. And Latin did not help. Attending the NYC mid winter conference last weekend was that push to…