Looking Back

Submitted by Virginia Watts on Wed, 06/27/2012 - 22:45

Why do we look back?  Why do we sort photos, read old correspondence, look at artifacts and articles that speak only to the past? 

I recently spent a week going through photos that came to me from my dad.  They started before the 1900's (yes, they did) and continued until about 1945.  In his later years, he was in the process of reviewing them and making some kind of declaration of who was who, and where they were, and when.

  Albert, circa 1927

Fathers' Day

Submitted by Virginia Watts on Thu, 06/14/2012 - 01:06

Father's Day is coming up.  Sunday, in fact.  Well, it always is on Sunday. 

Maybe that's why I'm thinking about my dad, and his dad, and all dads.  I don't know if I would choose Sunday for Fathers' Day, if it were up to me. 

What's the Matter with Unions and Our Political Process?

Submitted by Virginia Watts on Thu, 06/07/2012 - 22:08

What’s the Matter with our Unions and our Politics? [revised]

Why is there so much bad press about Unions?  What or Who do these bad-press people think Unions are?  And why does this bad press just keep spinning until there is no way to separate reality from fantasy or some other agenda that really isn’t about the business of unions at all?

Memorials

Submitted by Virginia Watts on Sun, 05/27/2012 - 00:24

Sometimes, when you wake up in the morning, the newspaper isn’t there. But there is someone you can call, and eventually it will appear.

"One brief shining moment..."

Sometimes, when you go to make a sandwich for lunch, you find that you only have one slice of bread, or not enough cheese – or that the mayo has gone off.  But you can always go to the store and get some more.

Identity Crisis

Submitted by Virginia Watts on Fri, 05/18/2012 - 15:55

Today's Gift from the Garden

If you have retired recently, did you notice that when you looked in the mirror you seemed different?  Or were you just the same, only more relaxed and happy?  Or did you find a face there at all?

I retired almost five years ago, and I'm still trying to discover who I am now.  The fact of me was so defined by what I did, that I can't quite figure out yet how to just be... or how to do, as I have heard said, "very little, slowly." 

INTO THE CANYON: A Chapter Book for Grown Ups - Chapter 3

Submitted by Virginia Watts on Mon, 05/14/2012 - 17:15

 


The term skeleton key perhaps stems from such keys' resemblance to a skeletel figure, with the circle at top..., resembling a stylized skull.  Wikipedia

George pulled his hat off and sat down on the rotting wooden steps of the Adobe House.  Gillian had gone off to find a bush or an Andy Gump.  He was exhasted from the heat and the long walk down the trail from the road, and furious with himself for asking her to meet him here.

INTO THE CANYON: A Chapter Book for Grown Ups - Chapter 2

Submitted by Virginia Watts on Fri, 05/04/2012 - 15:13

       Sage, or Salvia officinalis , a wild undershrub, has long been credited as a charm against evil, snakebites, and more.

Clifford’s hands fascinated her when he filled her glass…strong and broad, with an odd scar on the back of the left one. 
“Bad burn when I was a kid,” he said.
“Oh god,” she said.  “I’m sorry for staring.  It looks like that symbol for infinity.”
“Yeah, it does—or a lazy eight.  You okay?”