Category: Essays

  • Wars Don’t Start Over Cinnaminamuuum Rolls. . . .

      This is Wednesday, December 13, 2023.  This is my gift to readers this holiday season.  No doubt there will be meals one will be asked to bring something to pass.  This is a favorite this year and I  am not sure how I let this go unused.  I will alibi myself by saying it…

  • Principles will prevail,,,,

    Principles will prevail… We involve ourselves in arguments that exhaust when there is no need. Because our actions will broadcast where we are in our thinking better than the most eloquent essay.  What will be most apparent will be our calm determination only to one who is looking for what they know to look for.…

  • At A High Cost . . . .

      When I was younger and found footing in my woman’s novels, I came across soon to be a favorite writer.  It was a time when the library was my sons and my main excursion to replenish our idea resources. Marcia  Willett was her name and a favorite book ‘A Week In Winter’  was a…

  • The Vault Of God. . . you know, my friend, you know. . .

        ‘How did you know to do it?’ he asked. I loved and raised babies and painted roses on their cheeks and planted evergreens in their hearts. Now you should put the sabers at the foot of the evergreens. The dove sings high, gargles her song at times, but you know my friend, you…

  • we are life everlasting. . .and have been . . .

     White Superiority Is Not New. . . . I don’t know what could have prepared me for my entry into a white Protestant family.  It was not that they were well versed  about the sect, but something special born into.  And certainly nothing in my history  would have told me the details awaiting me. What…

  • A Quirk Of The Mind. . . . .

    Because energy can no longer be summoned, memory comes to play as I flip pages of this very difficult lifetime of my history.  Quickly I ensconce in a time the Teachers  called a quirk of mind.  It is my evolution’s restart and life’s rescue.  It also makes a normal life impossibly hard.  I think of…

  • A Warm Hug. . .

    \I was just 16 when my younger sister caught me in a lie leaving me so embarrassed that on the spot I knew that I would forever tell the truth.  And from that moment on, I became a truth teller.  I alibied  others or as my sister said, made excuses for  them, but was hard…

  • Gifted. . . brothers for a hundred years but my heart. . . awash

            Theodore D. Socha August 23, 1925 — July 19, 2023   Theodore D. Socha, a longtime Royalton resident, passed away on July 19 at the age of 97.  He was predeceased by his beloved wife of 68 years Harriet K. (Muck) Socha. For many years Ted and Harriet operated a family-run…

  • The Surety Makes The Difference. . . .

    A Small Thing To Be Sure. . . .   Lori came to my door while I sat and wished for a derrick to materialize to lift me unto my bed. It never happened but a small miracle did and gave me wings to soar by myself. Seems like a small thing?  A really small…

  • What We Feed Our Minds. . .

    My Mentor said seeing  you will not see and hearing you will not hear.  I have long known that         we are other than what we seem.  When the veil was lifted for our middle son David and he saw what was his to see , he asked of me, how long have you been dodging…