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May 2019
Tunnel Visions

Memories Aren’t Made of This if You Can’t Remember

I remember once when my mother, brother, sister and I all were wandering an apartment mumbling, “Where are my keys?” Is it genetic? Perhaps. Or it may be the location of our heads firmly up a certain orifice.

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I finally had to admit defeat, and I confess what stuck in my craw (if people have craws)
wasn’t the $350 I’d have to pay to replace my car key. It was admitting to my husband that I’d
once again lost something essential.

Puttin' on the Gritz

In Sickness and Health (Mother's Day)

“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~ Maya Angelou


Living Flowers (Mother's Day)

You didn’t lecture about marriage; you were a role model. You adored, encouraged, praised, respected Dad. You lifted his spirits when he felt down, shared when he was elated, daily lived it’s better to give than receive.


Turning 70: Wandering & Wondering

I came of age during the Age of Aquarius, the turbulence of the draft and Vietnam and the amazing and indulgent era of drugs, sex and rock’n’roll – “Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band,” “Exile On Main Street,” “Blonde On Blonde” and “Born To Run.” What a time! Now, a baby boomer is on Medicare, collecting Social Security and wondering, "who knows where the time goes?"

April 2019
Slice of Life

Wither Thou, Poinsettia

Back in December, with the promise of the holidays, the plant’s cluster of tiny yellow flowers surrounded by bright red petals (called bracts) had been so appealing. Now, though, I’m desperate for spring.

My Thoughts Today

What Do I Call Myself?

And that answers my question as to what shall I call myself. Yes, I can call myself an old man, an old-timer, an oldster, or an  elder. Perhaps I could call myself an elderling. I like that, too. Most of all, however, I call myself blessed.


Looking to the Heavens Without a Squirrel in Sight

When I search my name and "angels," I eat up the first page of Google. Go figure: Raymond Reid and angels in the same sentence? I can almost hear my mother laughing out loud. My dad, too. I was called a lot of things when I was little, but an angel was not one of them.

March 2019
Just Sayin’

The House That Built Us

The box held Mama’s dreams, so I knew it was important to trim the magazine clippings just right in case she needed to pick up that perfect dream one day. The box held pictures of countless houses along with ideas for each imaginary room. One day she might just find a place to implement this or that.


Begin Anywhere

I suspect the best bits in life always do happen that way – when we don’t worry about knowing how or where or if we’ve missed the beginning, and we just begin anywhere. And trust in the outcome.

The Expiration Date

Toes, Tolerance, and Other Things That Start with ‘T’

During those hours I learned a lot about things that start with T (Tetanus, Tramadol, Tylenol, Toradol, and Tolerance.)  I had more shots that day than a spring breaker and now I was grouchy and hungry.

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