Musings

While going through some notebooks, I found these pieces on grief I had written in the spring and summer of 2022. I thought I would add them...

I am writing this on a Friday while wind roars in the treetops and rain pelts the roof. It is the third day of March 2023. A day Greg and I ...

That song was playing on the radio last week when I was sitting in my doctor’s waiting room.  It describes my life. Hooked on a feeling. The...

My theme song for this date – 29 October 2022. Lonesome all the way to the bone. I knew yesterday morning it was going to be a long weekend....

A few notes in “Between An Old Memory and Me.” A few clear notes that catch  my ear and draw me further into the song. Notes that resonate w...

Greg was a storyteller. He told stories about golfing, fishing, hunting, gun trading, truck trading, concerts, pool games – and pool room br...

Fourteen socks in the wash Doing dishes on Saturday night Steam-free morning bathroom One truck at the shop Five p.m. bedtime Weekend drives...