Category: Children

  • A Sorrow Hushed . . . . . .

    A Sorrow Hushed. . . My ears cleaved to the door frame of the dining room. Her whisper was hoarse, were there many? Lots, he said, lots, as he held the letter that told him what they saw. They pushed for space, women and children and their men for best viewing. They wanted to see. …

  • Our Hearts Shout Our Validity . . . .

    Mar 10, 2024. . . it seems I repeat and repeat.  We are not a stupid people, yet why do we act so?  I received an email from a daughter which was written on my forehead.  (it seems so anyway because I remembered it immediately.  words were thus. . . no matter how broad the…

  • My Keys in the Palm of My Hand . . . . .

      In reviewing  decades of my life with my kaleidoscopic perspective,  is a stressful endeavor.  I was cautioned to go slow.   ( At 92, how fast can I possibly go at this time?)  Most people are given to wait until they are on the side where  support friends already are. Or here  and I laughed…