Monthly Archives: November 2009


Black Friday

Shoppers beware. Black Friday, the day that so many American Capitalists forge out into the night (yes, stores open at 3:00 a.m.) and buy buy buy! Last night I listened to friends discuss their plan of attack to this day of purchase that has no equal. As I listened, I could not understand why anyone would do this just to pay less money, when payment in loss of sleep, time away from family among a crowd of hungry buyers would be the robber, not the taxes added to the purchase.

The plan seemed without flaw. I cozied into the bed. I slept. I awoke. I had my tea, went to the computer to check my E-mail from friends and family. And this is where I learned that no one is safe of this day.

Inbox: Forty E-mails, none of which were from friends and family, dropped from the sky and into my personal space.
*Bloomingdales… 40% off blah blah blah, come see us today.
*Lucy Attire… 30% off blah blah blah buy buy buy, come see us today.
*Healthcare News… Healthcare you can afford (“How is that possible if I go to […]

By |November 28th, 2009|0 Comments

The Carved Bear

He sits next to my computer. A little wooden black bear. He first belonged to my father who collected any and everything carved out of wood. Dad had everything from ducks to a child sleeping on an oxen. If it was carved from wood, he bought it. While I loved all my father’s woodcarvings, the little black bear was and is my favorite.

This little carved bear walks on all fours with his nose toward the ground. His eyes are big and open. And, his ears look perked up as if he is listening while he wanders along his way, fur rumpled as if he just took a dip in some rushing river. At a time when life was difficult, this little bear became a symbol, a reminder of something I don’t want to ever forget. Here is the lesson of my little black bear.

I have the on-going challenge of being able to stay on my legs and walk. I have lost the use of my legs three times in my life. Not to walk is very much like living half a life. I see persons in wheel chairs […]

By |November 20th, 2009|0 Comments


Bugs could be one of those species that helped to define summer activity for kids. Mom throws you out because she doesn’t want you in the kitchen picking a finger full of mashed potatoes… So what do you do? Go outside and find a bug to torture. And, I recall doing just that.

Potato Bugs. You know those little things that could roll up into a ball? Lots of entertainment to be found there. Of course torture was always more fun if I could find someone to do it with me… We’d poke those little things just to watch them haul in their gut and legs. Then we’d roll them around the sidewalk with a little twig. Never mind that it might have been torture to the bug. Heck, we were having fun at his expense.

Ants. Lots of fun found there too! I was my own horror movie.
With an anthill, I could drop rocks onto it until the inside of the anthill was exposed… Then take a stick and drive it into the center of the hill.

Moths. Not really a bug but to me, (a small, […]

By |November 19th, 2009|0 Comments


In my home, where order normally reigns supreme, I have noticed changes of late. At first it was a subtle change. Just sort of caught my eye but didn’t rock me.

I had just finished the dinner dishes. All the leftover food had been covered and put away. I took a clean sponge and began to wash the long kitchen counter. From the one end to the other end I worked to clean with satisfaction. I knew that when I got to other end of that counter, I would be done and I could go sit down and read or take a bath or even sleep. I drew a breath of closure with that last swipe only to encounter… “it.” A small pile of mail (maybe two days worth) that no one wanted to address.

“Oh, Man! I’m too tired for this,” I think to myself. I rinsed the sponge and put it next to the sink. Then I began to review the little pile of paper.
*Several ads
*Two bills not due for a couple of weeks
*More ads
*A magazine
*A card from my cousin
*Bank solicitations
* Two more ads
When everything was at […]

By |November 18th, 2009|0 Comments

Friends We Don’t Forget

I recall years ago my dad saying that a person will have very few real friends in his life. “If you have two or three really good friends, then you’ll be blessed more than most.” Having been a performer across the globe and a teacher for many years in many places, I’ve met hundreds, thousands of people that I have called friends. I suppose Dad was talking about the few to whom we tell all. And yes, they are very important. I would add, though, that there are others who have passed through my life, stayed briefly, and left an indelible mark on my soul.

These people come along just as one enters a new stage in life, or when something monumental has just happened to us. I can relate to both of those venues. Perhaps you can too. Let’s talk about the guys!

Richard. Fifth grade. Always wore blue jeans with a crease down the front you could cut your finger on! White tee-shirt, sleeves rolled up as if a pack of cigarettes belonged there. Big dark eyes and this delicious looking chocolate, brown hair. (He […]

By |November 16th, 2009|0 Comments

Type and Delete

Type and delete. I find I do a great deal of this lately. I start out writing an article or even an e-mail to family or friend and the next thing I know (after maybe two or three paragraphs) I’m hitting the delete! What’s up with that?

Sometimes it may be that I just needed to vent and not send. There wasn’t anyone here to talk to, so I basically said it to the airwaves. Or, I don’t send because at some point before that fateful moment of putting it out there, I’ve come to my senses and hit the almighty delete.

A couple of times, it’s been good to write and then put in a save file… I’ve come back and read it later and thought to myself, “Wow, that was really lethal! Good thing it’s still here with me and not out there!” And then, there are times when I’ve read what I said and thought, “Dang! That was good, really well said. But it isn’t enough.” And if I’m thinking that, I know it needs to stay in the save file rather than be out there.

The point […]

By |November 16th, 2009|0 Comments

Dear All

Letters have been a form of communication for centuries. Lovers write to send their passion for one another. New mothers write to send good news to family and friends. Military Generals write to give instruction, while people all over the world write to simply pass the time of day with a good thought to others.

(“Dear Santa… I would like a wagon. Thanks very much. Carroll”)

(“Dear Santa… I have been a very good girl. Please can I have a doll and a wagon? I would also like to have some candy. Love, Valette”)

As you can see, I come from a family of writers and all I have done is to follow in their footsteps. This truly was the way my writing started. By writing letters. And while the above was probably not the best prose my parents ever composed, they were concise. They spoke directly to the audience for whom it was meant. And, the message is clear, yes?

(“Dear Santa… I have been a very good boy. Could you come to my house first with my presents? I don’t know how much longer I […]

By |November 12th, 2009|0 Comments


With glass in hand, I have watched many a blazing sun drop into the western horizon. Sip and look. Sip and think. Sip and gaze, ponder, and observe. Sip and remember. I go back in time and bring exceptional moments into the swirl of wine and a vivid ball of fire as it seemingly drops into nothingness. Wine stimulates all kinds of thought and memory. Coupled with the beauty of creation, these thoughts deepen and clarity is found.

This evening, I am remembering the life of a loved one, a woman who has endured, and given a great deal to others. As a child she was an exceptional friend to me, to all. As an adult, her great love of God, family and flowers has brought enchantment, and an outstanding example to everyone. This joyful lady has loved God and honored Him. She has cherished deeply family and the human race; and when trouble has bounded and dredged her life, she has lived out her agony peacefully growing beautiful flowers in an exceptional garden. What is amazing is that she doesn’t even know how we view her. C.S. Lewis […]

By |November 9th, 2009|0 Comments

The Piano

In the town where I grew up… a little town in Colorado called La Junta… there was a music store named McKenzie’s Music. One of my favorite things to do was to walk down to this store and go in, and look at all of the pianos that Mr. McKenzie had to sell. Of course I loved the grand pianos the best.

I was blessed to have a nice spinet piano, which one of my grandmothers bought for my family. I took lessons on that piano from age six, until I left for college. And while I valued that little spinet, I always dreamed of having a grand piano one day. I never thought I would ever really have my own piano, much less a grand.

But I ended up with a piano shortly after I was married. Hubby picked one out for me and had it moved into our little apartment. It was a little metro-grand upright. This was the piano on which, for years I taught children and adults to play. Enter my sister-in-law who was having a little space problem in her new apartment. “How would you […]

By |November 6th, 2009|0 Comments

The Cookie Jar

I remember many things about my mother’s kitchen. It was so clean you could have eaten off of the floor. It had a pantry that was always well stocked. No matter where she lived, there was always something yellow in it and many things that came from the Mexican heritage. (She LOVED Mexican food, and people and things!) But mostly, I remember the cookie jar, Dumbo the Flying Elephant, who was always full of some kind of homemade cookie!

In the beginning, Dumbo looked exactly like the cute little gray Dumbo in the Disney movie. As the years wore on , the color wore off of Dumbo. And, most of my life he looked as he does now. Off white everywhere but still recognizable.

He is a two-sided Dumbo… one side shows Dumbo with the feather in his mouth; the other side shows him without it. I use to imagine that story as a child, and say to myself that the feather was love… someone wanting to help Dumbo find his place in the world for the unusual individual that he was. The side without the feather? That was Dumbo […]

By |November 5th, 2009|0 Comments