It all started with a gift.
Last year when we visited our son in CA, he was horrified that his dad, my guy, still refused to use a suitcase with wheels.
“Real men carry their bags,” my guy declared. Continue reading
Coloring My World
Let it go
Feel the lightness of being
Be now not then
The wonder is here
Here is there and everywhere
Color your world
I’m walking toward a blogging break, coloring my world toward a creative revitalization. How do you color YOUR world? See you in March.
Honey, I’m Charmed!
I stumble backwards at the sight of Roger.
How on Earth can Roger – the Roger I’ve known and bantered with and talked to (in my head) for 46 years – be here? In flesh and blood and a smile that could light up a lonely midnight? (See part1 https://roughwighting.net/2024/01/26/honey-im-home/#more-10186) Continue reading
Honey, I’m Home!
The snow is falling like sleet. As I climb out of my mini-Cooper I grumble to the car “you’re cute in June, but you’re mighty ugly in January.” While waiting for my tiny turquoise car to reply, a huge icy snowflake falls on my cheek. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,” I mutter to the car. 
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A Covenant Between the Pages
One of my friends, Esther, sends an e-mail to a group of us declaring, “Hello, Beautiful(s). Excuse me while I disappear!”
“What? Wait!” Judy demands in a return group e-mail. She’s the most assertive of my college friends who have stayed in touch through so many years. “Listen to the wisdom of the Silver Sisters. Us, your friends for years! Or use your own constructive thinking. You’ll feel better when the rain ends. Otherwise, there’s no coming back from this decision.” Continue reading
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