(On suicide prevention...) I’m guilty, too. Of letting my teen spend too much time online. Of not requiring her to spend enough time outdoors. Of letting it become too common practice to do our own things in separate rooms most of the time. These are dangerous things. Especially in these times. Too many (more than … Continue reading I’m Guilty, Too.
Motherhood memories framed in faded fall foliage stay forever green in me and bring me messages–– younger, naive eyes, somehow knowing, look to me as a reminder now that time keeps moving, and I try not to count the moments we could have made better, for forward is the direction of and … Continue reading Evergreen Autumns
Portraits stored in the heart
The romanticized, nostalgic idea of there being no place like home tugs on our heartstrings in the clicks of Dorothy’s iconic ruby slippers. I can’t help but wonder, though, what that ideal vision of home looked like in the minds and hearts of viewers then, and what it looks like now. At the time this … Continue reading Slipper Clicks and the Timeless Wish
Today, I noticed, for the first time, some clovers in the backyard. Automatically, I looked for a four-leafed one. Automatically, I was reminded of childhood memories... My parents, my childhood, though not perfect, instilled in me the most important basics. Among these, love of nature. They made sure us, kids, got plenty of outdoor time … Continue reading Clover Leaves