When you come to the edge of all the light you have known and are about to step out into the darkness, faith is knowing one of two things will happen… there will be something to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.
WPC: Morning (the lonely chair)
When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
WPC: Morning has broken
Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing Praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung…
Wordless Wednesday: Queen Anne’s Lace
When I start to lose my sh*t…
Going to my Lyme Disease doctor isn’t fun. I’ve never come out of the exam room skipping like a school and twirling my hair, for the simple fact that chronic Lyme Disease is a bitch. No… it’s more than that. It’s a bitch on steroids… with an attitude problem and a set of brass knuckles.…
WPC: details (sectoral heterochromia iridis)
Bright sunshine brings out the details of my sectoral heterochromia iridis (aka my half-n-half eyeball). It’s a rare mutation that only affects about 1% of the population. Some say it’s because I ate my twin in the womb. Others say it’s a sign of royalty. I’m inclined to believe the latter, so I think I’ll…
Burned bagels and other nonsense
I should have went right back to bed this morning after I fumbled my toothbrush, sending it ricocheting off the sink and into the toilet. Instead, I stumbled through one debacle after another. After I fished out my toothbrush, I incinerated a bagel in the toaster because I was trying to kill a bee that…
Nowhere else to go
I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.
– Abraham Lincoln
Memorial Day
A white marble headstone, in the Netherlands American Cemetery, marks the grave of a man who gave his life for his country during WWII. He was killed on February 23, 1945 during the battle of the Roer River. He was just 22 years old. His ultimate sacrifice will not be forgotten. Our flag does…
Wordless Wednesday: buttercup
The hell fires of menopause
After spending another sleepless night due to night sweats, seemingly fueled by the eternal fires of hell, I drug my fatigued and sweaty body out of bed to face the day. I turned on the TV to watch the news, and instead, was greeted by a commercial for a menopause supplement. The spokesperson cheerfully told…
Dear Range Rover Driver
Dear Range Rover Driver, Thank you for frantically waving your hands at me and banging your steering wheel while we waited at the red light that clearly stated NO TURN ON RED. I also appreciated you tailgating me while simultaneously texting on your cell phone and trying to shove a hamburger in your mouth. You were…
Wordless Wednesday: old pickup truck
WPC: Landscape (Amish country)
“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Legend of the onion snow
In the dark ages (before the internet), the old timers would use nature’s calendar to know when to plant and harvest. Since they had no such luxury as a seven day forecast, they took cues from their surroundings to predict the weather. If the cows laid down in the field during the day, it meant…
The Farmers in the Dell 