The Way Things Were

Father’s Day becomes bittersweet once your father has passed away.  Sweet memories are combined with the ache of deep loss. This morning I watched a CBS Sunday Morning segment with the ever-smiling Jane Pauly about a young father who’s committed to splitting half the parenting time of his two-year old daughter with his wife.  That…

When was that Line Crossed?

Some shifts in life happen almost imperceptibly.  Styles and places that were almost second nature in terms of my likes and dislikes have shifted past the point of no return.  When and why and how did that happen? For example: I no longer drool over clothing with ruffles. I stopped lusting after the peasant look….

Bali Hai Redux

Do you know the song Bali -Hai from the musical South Pacific?  I loved every musical I saw growing up and knew the lyrics to all of them.  When I first saw the Florida Keys in 1958, I immediately began to sing Bali-Hai.  Not a perfect fit for the occasion, but close enough to satisfy my attraction…

Blissed out

Being here produces an almost constant high for me.  It’s allowed me to appreciate the drizzly days and foggy nights happening recently in Kyoto as being as beautiful and welcome as the sunny bright days. It’s admiring the magnificence of a huge polished wood counter when out for dinner at a neighborhood restaurant and the…

Must be Seen (again and again)

You are familiar with the statement, “Must be seen to be believed.” In the case of cherry blossom season, this is not an exaggeration.  It is truly a take – your – breath – away experience to be ingested and savored. The attachment the Japanese and I have to sakura cannot be overemphasized.  Weeks before…

Rebounding!

If you’ve seen me recently you might have noticed a new twinkle in my eye and a new springy rebound in my step.  It would have been most noticeable if you had also seen me a few weeks ago when I was felled by a nasty respiratory infection and spent practically two weeks vegetating in…

Whatshername???

I have never been one of those persons who can relate every minute of her life since birth.  Nor, am I particularly good at recognizing the faces of people whom I’ve met in the past.  I’ve suffered through many embarrassing moments when a person will claim to have met me before and I have zero recollection…

Happy Birthday, Dianne!

The Allure of Birthdays Just about every part of a birthday celebration is designed to please.  What’s not to like, especially as a child, before you begin to understand the deeper meaning of those higher numbers? The vintage birthday cards I remember from the early 50’s late 40’s were charming and fanciful. The cards portrayed a…

Life is Just a Bowl of What Me Worry?

When I was a young teenager, I decided I was a hedonist. If we’re all going to die, what higher purpose could there be than to have a good time while waiting around?

Frivolous Ode, Frivolous Toothpick

http://www.dictionary.com/browse/frivolous  self-indulgently carefree; unconcerned about or lacking any serious purpose. 3. (of a person) given to trifling or undue levity: a frivolous, empty-headed person. I, for one, think it’s a good thing to indulge in frivolity when the opportunity presents itself.  As a child, I ordered club sandwiches, primarily for the frilly toothpicks with which they were…

The Message of Rainbows

The words “Bad news” jumped out at me in my messages.  It came just as we were preparing to go on vacation in Hawaii.  Life intruded to inform me of a friend’s untimely and sudden death.  Shocked, I let the news pass through me and busied myself with packing. News of death is becoming a…

Another Thanksgiving

My grandchildren have  taken the seats at our Thanksgiving table, now vacated by our elders.  I no longer awaken on Thanksgiving morning to the sounds of my mother in the kitchen, up very early to prepare the feast for us, because she had worked too late the day before in the Elmwood Market grocery store…