He is older, but the sentiments are the same. 

He was born of an American mother and African father and has grown to do so many wonderful things so far. Each day is a struggle, but he comes out shining with that perfect smile and always with lessons learned.

He has brought… Read full post »

We all know Heart Of Darkness. We either either read it in high school or had the option to read it in high school. I passed. I chose to read The Pigman by Paul Zindel, whose characters, plot and themes escape me to this day.

I had to wait until I… Read full post »

This is a respost of a previous essay to illustrate sometimes the end of the world is not what it's all cracked up to be--

Jason Little said, “We all a seeker of the spirit when we leaves our mama's womb.  And we find it again at her breast.”  His mama died when he was five.  So he said, “I started lookin' to where my mama went and the spirit that go with it,  going on… Read full post »

In the upcoming presidential election I am not voting along party lines. I am not red or blue or even independent. I don't even base my vote on the issues. I am a dyed in the wool gut voter.  Believe it or not, looks and feelings have always guided me when voting… Read full post »

 Today on NPR, I learned it was Stephen King's Birthday. Happy Birthday, Mr. King. Now, if anyone knows anything about me, they know that I have sort of a crush on Stephen King.  What he says about writing is simply gospel to me and I can quote it… Read full post »

Dear Mrs. King,

I have a confession to make: I sleep  with your husband, Stephen King every night. Just thought I would let you know.  Now I don't want you to think I am a rank and file fan . I have not read every novel he has written and neither… Read full post »

My dad was a news man. He didn't write for a newspaper or report it on T.V. --he just loved the news. He would plop a newspaper over my book and say, "Here, read this and find out what's going on the world!" I was not interested, my world consisted of… Read full post »

     My earliest memory of my oldest brother, Bill was of he and I sitting at a window and him teaching me how to count to ten in German.  He was a very good teacher because I still remember how--but that is what big brothers are for.

     Then there… Read full post »

Shopping carts: wrath of God or just luck of the draw? I for one have no clue but side on the theory of the former because I ALWAYS--AND I MEAN ALWAYS get the bad shopping cart.

I am the Job of the shopping cart world because anything that can possibly go… Read full post »

When my son was little, he loved Barney, I didn't, hence the following essay. So many years later, I thought the nightmare was over but what you know, my grandson loves Barney too. Help!

           Has it happened to you yet? Has Barney come to your t… Read full post »

Find God's match for  you. We've all seen the commerical and each time I see the thing, I roll my eyes and think, "Oh come on now, seriously?" Not that I am anti-God, previous posts have shown, I am not. I think maybe I am anti-somedaymyprincewillcome.

The more dating match sites… Read full post »

 To all those young kids who speed through channels faster than they text, stop when you see Seinfeld flash on the screen.  For those who meander down the Tao of Seinfeld they will discover  a philosophy of life for those of us who have none. The center of this phil… Read full post »

Okay, it’s hard to admit even to yourself  late at night when there is no one around but you can do it:  Your kid is a nerd.  Socially inept, gangley, bookish, likes horses, runs like a girl and talks to a bug he keeps in a jar when you’re not there. … Read full post »

My early childhood memories of eating are blurred. I don't remember my birth mother feeding me. My older brother remembers food smells. My aunt Eleanor said my sister was a good cook. I just remember being hungry all the time. The only thing I remember eating is white bread with sugar or ma… Read full post »

There is a little secret you should know about me--I'm addicted to food shows. I can watch all the cooking shows over and over and over. I will watch the travel shows that show cooking exotic things (my personal fav is Anthony Bourdain, I mean who doesn't love snarky?).

I'll… Read full post »

I went to the cardiologist the other day and when he listened to my heart he called in his boss and said he wished he had a couple of interns to listen my sonic booming murmur. Kinda reminded me of my childhood so I am reposting this earlier essay.      

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When I found The Baha'i Faith at 17, it had me, hook, line and sinker.  It bathed me in it's sea of writings. It formed me with it's clay of purpose. I was made new. For many years, my faith  deepened and I saw all life through it's prism and what it reflected… Read full post »

First of all let it be known, I am NOT a feminist. Haven't been since I became a mother (that's another essay). Second, this request is not directed at men.

Men can call me: Hon, Sweetie, Babe. Don't mind at all, in fact, because I have one wandering eye, bad… Read full post »

Every time I get a little money, I am on my way. Breath baited like an alcoholic with the shakes. Blood spinning faster than a compulsive gambler's at the poker table. I got an itch deeper than a junkie's. I'M GOING TO THE DOLLAR TREE, BABY! The skies part, the sun… Read full post »

My brother, Wolfe had a 1969, Plymouth Fury III. He and I used to ride around, nothing to do for a teenager, Midland Texas--I was his wingman. We  listened EXCLUSIVELY to Elton John 8 track tapes: Tiny Dancer, Mad Man Across The Water, and of course, Daniel.  Once w… Read full post »

Last night, I saw an Oprah repeat with Suzie Orman and the Octo-mom. And Suzie Orman talked about praise and fame and how it gets to be like an addiction. That's what OS is: my strange addiction.

The great thing about OS is it is a great place to read oustanding… Read full post »