This weekend my mum and I have been caught up in the maelstrom that passes for “health”care in this country:
What Will It Take?
We had Medgar Wiley Evers, who fought valiantly until June 12, 1963 when he was shot in the back. As the bullet slashed through his heart, he staggered 30 feet before collapsing. He died 50 minutes later for the cause.
It Starts with the G-Word, GRATITUDE
This has been a very good weekend. On Friday, Michael came up from South Florida to see and just be with me and do nothing. And it reminded me that it was again time to give pause and remember what I can be grateful for.
This Is Life…
I can’t wait to go to bed at night. The world is quite exhausting. ~Annie Lennox, British songbird
Do You Want to Live Forever?
I recently saw the film The Age of Adaline. It is yet another contrived tale of youth, beauty, love, and immortality. Beautiful people. Beautiful outfits Beautiful scenes. Beautifully quiet.
It Was Always Lucille
Last week a legendary blues artist and guitarist died. And by his own account he had fathered 15 children with 15 different women (more or less) and had 50 grandchildren.
When my mum told me he had died and the fact that he had fathered 15 children with multiple women, I texted to four of my closest friends: “A famous man died last night leaving behind 15 children with multiple women and 50 grandchildren. What does this factoid say about the man?”
Are you in love?
I love questions. And without a doubt, my favorite has to be “Are you in love?” With the misery of world affairs, the price of gas, and the constant striving to keep a roof over our heads and our tummies full. It may seem like a frivolous question.
Knock! Knock! It’s me!
It’s hard getting older. It is harder still in a world that seems to only value those souls that are newly arrived or those that haven’t yet lost their sparkle of newness.
What’s in a name?
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. ~Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
Now, let me be frank. I’m no rose, so my name mispronounced ain’t sweet. Outside of my immediate family, one or two aunts, one uncle, and my true friends (a very small circle), no one pronounces my name correctly!