Sun Massages, Coming Right Up
I am struck by the way the sun feels this afternoon, pressing the damp cold winter out of the greening grass and the stone pavers.
Hospitality Can Talk
“Languages are epistemologies as well as human bridges.” (Elizabeth Alexander, The Light of the World)
March Into March Madness
I enjoy “March Madness,” following my favorite basketball teams to whatever heights they can reach. I’m in awe of the physicality of these athletes, of being able to tell their bodies what to do in a nanosecond, and the body obeys!
Take a Deep Breath
I feel like a porcupine today with all its sticky outie quills conducting an enormous quantity of electrical shocks to my system. I must be on my last proverbial nerve. Each little nuisance that I’m rubbing up against is jabbing me into a state of hypersensitivity.
Driver’s Licenses, Road Ruts, and other Well-worn Paths
In my mother’s later years, when she was legally blind, she settled into telling us stories of her youth in the 1920s. When her first grandchild got his driver’s license, she shared how at eleven years old, she would drive her father, a pharmacist, to work in downtown San Antonio in their family Model T. Driver’s licenses were not required till 1936 in Texas. The only test for permission to drive was the answer to the question, “can you drive?”
“View from my Window”
I’m a member of an encouraging FB group, “View from My Window,” originated to uplift us worldwide, to know that we aren’t alone during this strenuous pandemic time of isolation.