Pandemic Punctuation!

Diving headlong from the platforms of social media, texting, and email my thoughts and conversation flail as punctuation re-purposed as faces, hearts, and other embellishment look on. Shortcuts have declared war on the well-written word. The romance of nuance and tone is forgotten as words march away to do battle with the reply and demand…

Building The Big Stuff

I have always been in absolute awe of those who built the big stuff using rudimentary tools.  I feel like it would have been pretty overwhelming to take on such a task.  The problem for me at this point is that the tools are too sophisticated.  I feel like an ant staring up at a monolith when faced with…

When Life Comes Apart At The Seams

My grandmother lovingly pieced this together before her eyesight left her unable to do the quilting.  She gave it to me to finish.  I had attempted small quilting projects but nothing of this size.  I started right away! Years of watching Little House On The Prairie flooded my mind with images of simpler times, evoked…

Reflections from Settled Street

Originally posted on dinkelislandsmalltalk:
I walked today on a street called “Settled.”  The early sun cast long shadows across the road.  Houses were tidy with manicured lawns and decorative flags.  Birds tweeted busily among the bushes and trees.  A light breeze brushed my cheek.  It felt good to be on Settled Street today. Sometimes I…