Category: Touchstone

  • THE LAST BIRD SINGS. . . .

    The Last Bird Sings. . . . A fact in nature changes as the person who perceives it. The maxim states  ‘A fact is enhanced by what is perceived.  Depends on who is looking and seeing and what they are seeing.  One does not see what one is not looking for.  The person who sees…

  • Parent On Premises . . .

    When my youngest was born and I realized I was the parent on premises, literately and figuratively, there were certain things in my belief systems that I knew and took possession of. I owned the knowledge and its consequences, not verbally expressed but  were my walking companions. I wanted this knowledge to be part of…

  • 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…