So Happy New Year! Kathleen Hall I have been relieved to see that other writers experienced a post-holiday slump, too At least two newsletters I subscribe to have written about it. However, my slump is like crossing the Sahara: thirst without finding an oasis. Ideas to write about abound, but seat to chair has eluded… Continue reading It’s still January!!
Category: Aging
And Now it’s almost 2023
We spent Thanksgiving at the beach this year. We used to go there every two years, but that went on hold with Covid. This was our first year to recommence. It began with packing for a four day sojourn, then a three hour drive to the North Carolina coast. As a young person in Southern… Continue reading And Now it’s almost 2023
September
September – As good a time as any to restart this blog. For me, it’s more like the first month of the year than January is. It’s the beginning of the school year, which I aways welcomed with eagerness and excitement. It meant new classes, new knowledge, new experiences, being with friends. And nearer to… Continue reading September
Happy Pills
Something amazing happened last Valentine’s Day. I was listening to music a friend sent me- and I started to cry. Real sobs from the gut, unstoppable. And I hadn’t cried like that in a long time. That feeling artists sing about, the yearning, the total immersion in the beloved, is so ephemeral, and ultimately, too capacious… Continue reading Happy Pills
Noise
Antigua, Willoughby Bay. The waves here are gentle. They slide in, nestle against the sand, pause for a millisecond, pull away, only to return, relentless, like love-struck suitors who can’t stay away from the beloved. The trade winds bump against the palmetto leaves, which rattle and click against each other, gossiping,whispering, never still. These… Continue reading Noise
Bluebells
Bluebells It is bluebell time in England. The slender, dusky blossoms appear in late April or early May, after the snowdrops and crocuses have gone back to sleep and before sun loving, more vivid flowers bloom. No red, yellow, or orange interloper interrupts the cerulean swath carpeting the forest floor. This mild spring day Joseph… Continue reading Bluebells
The Frost is on the Pumpkin —
Actually, it isn’t. Not yet, anyway. After a relatively balmy September and early October, the temperatures have plummeted from daytime low 70’s F to low 60’s, and night times approach, but don’t attain, freezing. The days are “drawing in”. Long, 18 hour summer days have gradually decreased to 10, and by Christmas it will be… Continue reading The Frost is on the Pumpkin —
Tempus Fugit – or, is it breakfast time again?
The days seem very short now that I am in my 8th decade. (Can that possibly be true?) Even though it is August, with the autumn equinox yet to come, I keep feeling that I am getting nowhere fast, days whizzing by before I can grasp them, slipping through my fingers like sand. Bernadino and… Continue reading Tempus Fugit – or, is it breakfast time again?