Meteor Shower Memories

Just like the streaking lights of a meteor shower, our time with our kids is fleeting, brightening our little corner of the world for a brief moment before spreading out into the universe.

The Crazy Roller-coaster that is Self-Distancing

I would describe current events as an indoor roller-coaster; you know nothing about what is up ahead, just hang on for dear life and pray the handlebar is snapped securely into place. Of course the entire time you’re screaming at the top of your lungs to get off this insane ride.

Society Disrupted

Today is DAY 1 of working from home, something that many in the country have been doing for a week now, some even longer.  I have been awake for approximately thirty minutes and already I feel disoriented as chaos spills in upon what is usually my “quiet time.” The two college students, who are now… Continue reading Society Disrupted

I Found Fear in the Toilet Paper Aisle

As I entered the paper goods aisle I was confronted by section after section of empty space. Other shoppers were in the aisle looking just as awestruck as I.  Fortunately, a couple of large cardboard boxes held a dozen packs of the super generic brand of the commodity that had overnight become more precious than gold. 

20/20 Vision

A new year means a new beginning, a chance to reevaluate where you’re going and where you’ve been, and to change what you don’t like. It signifies a fresh start, sparks a glimmer of hope, and allows us to leave behind those things which we feel are weighing us down. Overall, the first day of… Continue reading 20/20 Vision

Do What You Love!

I love to write! I have been writing stories for as long as I can remember. It frees me to be the hero I am not. To go on adventures, get the guy, fight the villain, and make the difference. I can be the underdog that rises above it all to come out victorious, or… Continue reading Do What You Love!

Turkey Hands

Turkey Hands. Every child has made one. A crafty tradition sent down through the ages. I have fond memories of coloring my “feathers” in red, yellow and orange, always thinking it a work of art that I couldn’t wait to share with my mom. Later, I would receive my own turkey hands. They would go… Continue reading Turkey Hands