When our first grandson was born I used to visit him regularly, even though he lived out of state. I stayed with them after a two hour flight and would babysit for mom while she ran errands or did what she had to do. I am sure this was hard for her as I can…… Continue reading Pressure Makes all Things Sweeter
I am usually only interested in analytical reading. This time I caught myself enjoying fiction which is very rare for me and I always struggle with it.
“I wish you could be my mom.” I said as I sat on June’s lap. June (not her real name), was my favorite visitor when the neighbor ladies would gather for coffee clutching, as they called this social time. Most women stayed home and didn’t work outside of the home then. These mom’s would take…… Continue reading I Wanted Another Mother as she Stroked My Hair
I am trying to find where my creativity has gone. Just a boring piece about the little frustrations I have at times when I loose something.
Play your piano with the window open and don’t be shy. You would be surprised how many people walking by would love to hear you no matter what level of skill you have. Imagine yourself a concert pianist and one day you may be closer than you are today even if not your goal.