This post inspired by Ragtag Daily Prompt: Dream

Where am I?
These houses all look different.
I’ll keep walking. 
I know the school bus dropped me off at the same place.
How could I be…lost?
Did I make a mistake?
I’ll keep walking…maybe up ahead.

But that house is the wrong color.
And it’s up so high.
Oh no what should I do?

It’s so hard to walk up this hill.
Why won’t my legs move faster?

There was never a hill.
I don’t know what to do.
These are all strangers!

Where is my house?
Where is my family?
I’m all by myself.

A recurring dream from over 50 years ago…waking me up in the middle of the night. Heart hammering in my chest. Eyes snapping open in the dark. Hands clutching the sheets.

Relieved I was in my own bed…in my room..in my house…my breathing would eventually slow. My eyes closing…

Sleep would return to my 7 year old self.
My 8 year old self.
My 9 year old self.
The illusion of safety assured for another night.



This post is inspired by V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #26: Titles
(need to select from your own work, enough titles, in the order you created them, to find new meaning)

From the earliest to the latest – a few titles…


spring has sprung…
Memorial Day.
The Whole darn Bunch,
The Biggest Change.

Diaries Revisited – September.
The Day Everything Changed…

Falling. Shuffle.
Seventy-nine messages…
Comfort, Sacrifice
Un-lived lives



Tuesday Photo Challenge – Tranquil

Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo

The theme this week is: Tranquil


There is just something about the light at the end of day.
Especially in the colder months when dark comes earlier.
When by 4pm the sun is sinking fast.

If I am lucky, any clouds dissipate and there it is…behind the trees.
If I am even luckier, I manage to snap a photo before it is gone.

Although I find much calm and serenity at the ocean, with its waves and sunsets…there is something even more peaceful and tranquil about this bath of warm color.  When many trees are bare and allow the last of the sun’s rays to slip through unhindered.
Right out my back window.

It wraps me up and stops me in my tracks.
A most welcome sight.


November 29 at 4:15 PM



This post inspired by Ragtag Daily Prompt: Friendship

I couldn’t let this prompt opportunity go by…although it also has inspired me to write a longer piece on this powerful topic at a later date…


I have often thought…where would I be without my friends?
Now and in the past.
I don’t think I want to know.

Being somewhat of a loner, I was never part of a large “crowd” when I was growing up. I did, however, have “true friends” (as I called them) and included this small tribute to them in a diary entry. In the Memorandum section at the end of December, when I was in the eighth grade:

These are some friends of mine (own age) that I have known & liked very much. They have stuck up for me when I was down, been faithful & kind & above all a close friend I could trust. I won’t forget them wherever I go.

I listed 2 girls. One of the two is still my faithful friend.

My girlfriends were my salvation. In a difficult childhood. And the years that followed. Even at the age of 13, I apparently understood friendship…faithful, kind, trusting.

Again, I can’t imagine life without them…
I am still in touch with several special friends from high school – who each went down very different paths, but remained connected to me. College also left me with several friends who I cherish to this day. As did my work life, my parenting life and my empty nest life. My friends have enriched my life beyond measure.  Some have passed away and my heart hurts with missing them.

One “summer friend” – from a high school summer job 300 miles from home – sewed patches for my threadbare bellbottom jeans – “crewel work” embroidery displaying the perfect message. The jeans eventually disintegrated. But I cut the patches out…they are now behind glass in a frame which hangs on the wall in my “writing room.”

friends patch

I am still friends with this wonderful generous woman 47 years later.

Does anyone remember the old Girl Scout song?…

Make new friends, but keep the old.
One is silver and the other gold….

I am still making new friends.
I hope you are too.


Flower of the Day

My contribution to Cee’s Photography FOTD

I have owned a small Christmas Cactus plant for 20 years. I have watered it. And not watered it. Plant food. Lots of light. Just a little light.

My green thumb has always been a fantasy and this cactus was no exception.

Until we moved a couple of years ago. For the first time (I think, ever) it bloomed…and bloomed. We were in a rental by the beach and I wonder if it was the light? or the air? or better karma?

We have since moved again – and it has bloomed – but never like it did 2 years ago. However, I keep on hoping it will…


Christmas Cactus 2016


Christmas Cactus 2016

Photo a Week – Things with Wings

Nancy Merrill is hosting a photo challenge. The theme this week:

A Photo a Week Challenge – Things with Wings


While taking a walk on a bright, sunny day in late September, I was distracted by a very large swarm of butterflies. Stopping me in my tracks.
They were accompanied by a few bees – all flying in and amongst wild asters growing next to the walking path. I had never seen so many Monarch butterflies at one time. Busy, busy, busy!

Fortunately they didn’t seem to mind my presence as I snapped multiple photos trying my best not to interrupt their important work.

A few in the group perched still enough for this photo!


Monarch butterflies on the move