Time for me to fess up. I have recently been diagnosed with a malady that is becoming increasingly common among people my age. During this pandemic, there is more than one virus with which to be concerned. Apparently, I have been infected by it. It’s called Grand-Sep-A-20 or GSA-20 for short. A few weeks ago, … Continue reading I Am A Poppy And I Am Not OK
Month: April 2020
In Search of Perfect Vision
They thought she was standoffish, at the very least anti-social. They would smile at her, but she was unresponsive. It was as if she was blind. She nearly was. She wasn’t being rude or unsociable. She was just extremely near-sighted. My grandmother, born in 1897, had poor vision. But in the early 20th century, it … Continue reading In Search of Perfect Vision
Every Day is Yowza Day
Today, according to news reports, is National High Five Day. Typically held on the third Thursday of April, this day recognizes how this unique hand gesture is used to otherwise greet, congratulate or celebrate. A high five, you may know, is accomplished by pushing, sliding, or slapping the flat of one palm against the palm … Continue reading Every Day is Yowza Day
A Time to Read, A Time to Behave
By the sounds of this day, you would think it is just another typical April Saturday in Augusta, Georgia. My neighbor is cutting grass, kids two houses up are playing on their swing-set, and the UPS and FEDEX trucks compete for how many stops they have to make. Normally, the Masters would be in full … Continue reading A Time to Read, A Time to Behave
It’s Friday But Sunday’s Coming
We find ourselves in the most unpredictable and perilous of times. To label it unusual and uncertain is an understatement. Living through a pandemic, or as a friend recently dubbed it, a “dam-panic," is a scary, unsettling, and fearful experience. Doubtless, it won’t be long before EVERY American knows someone with the Coronavirus, and it … Continue reading It’s Friday But Sunday’s Coming
Deathbed Regrets?
As I have grown older, I have found certain seasons of the year like Advent, Christmas, New Year’s, and Lent to be times to reflect upon the things that truly matter. Now, in the midst of a worldwide pandemic, I have paused, once again, to ponder the significant rather than the superficial. This week, my … Continue reading Deathbed Regrets?
