“How’re the eggs?” I asked Beta (not her real name), one of my daughters—I have four—and twin to Alpha (not their real names) who’s five minutes older. Beta has a poor opinion of scrambled eggs and preferred fried. But the way—the pace at which—she emptied the bowl, showed she liked them. “They’re good,” she confirmed. […]
A moment in time as told by a grandmother to her granddaughter that highlights the heightened feelings of first love and her discovery of the true meaning of Christmas. Song on the Wind (a link to the story is also further below) was my 2016 Christmas story. On 12/8/2018 I’ll re-share my 2017 Christmas Story WHITE […]
“How do you learn from Fools, dad?”
I turned the volume down (sorry, Steven Tyler). “Well,” I sat at the end of the table. “It’s important to pay attention to all kinds of people around you. But mostly those close to you that you might listen to or think you can learn from. You have to watch to see how they act and interact—what they say and do, especially the impression they give you. And then compare that to reality.”
The AFTERWORD for a client project that published in February 2018. When Jack (the author) and I were talking about that book—his second and the complement to his debut title published last year—I thought it was the perfect sequel. And as we developed his first draft, the subject of conversation turned slightly to a title […]
“No!” she screamed and was on the verge of giving up. Then she remembered something a wise man, the leader of her group, had told her… it was such an important lesson…
Martha Vanderwayne had the gift. The 7th daughter of a 7th daughter once she turned 16 years old, she could foretell the future. At 32, the nightmares awoke her. They showed that her grandson would die, along with his lovely wife… in a foul alley in a city grown so dark and twisted she could not […]
As it shot higher than she was tall it was as if the tree stooped a bit to lift her from the ground and hold her as they grew and looked out over their world.
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive; to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” –attributed to Marcus Aurelius Beta was making what we call Cyclops toast, one of our favorite breakfasts (others may call it ‘Eggs-in-a-Blanket’). That’s where you butter a slice of bread, fold […]
A few years ago, I came across this picture and at breakfast one morning showed it to ‘Alpha’ and ‘Beta’ and asked, “What do you think that cat’s doing?” “Sitting in a tree,” said Beta. I shook my head. Alpha raised her hand, and I nodded to her. “Looking at the moon.” I shook my […]
Nothing like this had ever happened. The girl still came to school. No one talked to her. No one wanted to be around her. I know that seems mean but something about her bothered me and others. She looked at people too long, too much; rarely talking and always with that slight grin on her face. Like there was a joke being played out or a secret that only she knew.