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March 2017

Three Leaves of the Shamrock

The older I get, the more Irish I seem to become. Of all my labels and identities, I treasure my Irish heritage.

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A Child’s War Story

What my father did not mention was how they escaped. He and two other prisoners ripped out electrical wire from the barracks wall and used it to subdue guards. On the run, they connected with the French underground, who took them in, hiding them in a root cellar.

February 2017
As I Recall...

Party Line News

Anytime a phone rang on the party line, nearly everyone picked up their receiver and listened in. Thus, news with varying degrees of importance and reliability was disseminated throughout the community. You could learn who called for an ambulance or police during the night or whose barn burned.

Leslie Goes Boom

Using Intuition and Facing Fear

As I look back at my younger self and compare it to my older self, I found that there are two major things in my life that seem to have guided me in the right direction: One is following my intuition. The other is walking through fear.


The Bat and the Blind Dog

I trusted his calls would bring others of his kind to his assistance. Bats do that. Watch out for each other. Help the injured and ill among them. Protect their babies and orphans and elderly.

Musings of an Undefeated Matriarch

Lick the Metal Pole at Your Own Risk

As she approached, I wasn’t sure if I should drop the pails and let the water freeze my feet while I tried to pry my tongue loose or just wait to be killed by Mom’s favorite cow. My heart was beating like it wanted to escape from my chest. I said every prayer I could remember and asked God to forgive me for eating all the black licorice and blaming it on my sister.

Tunnel Visions

At Tax Time, Thoughts about Time: The Time Is Ripe Because Time Is Money, But Is Time Really on My Side?

My sister-in-law once told me I was the most organized person she knew. In a burst of insight, I realized the flaw in her statement. I’m the most disorganized person, but I’m so threatened by chaos, I frantically try to control it through creating order.


Been Noticing Something Strange Lately

Old Father Time does not give a hoot about cosmetics, Botox, plastic surgery or abs. He washes over them all and wears them down like a river wears down rocks.

Life Now

Time on Your Hands

I have found the key to defeating boredom as taking quiet time to listen. I ask my question and then just get quiet and let the thoughts flow. When my mind has quieted, the creative thoughts can come through.

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Old Prayer

In unison, the congregation stood, turned around, and knelt on the floor (knee-cracking time, we called it.) Some old men who could not kneel wrapped their arms about the whorled ends of the pews, clutching them like shipwrecked sailors who have abandoned all hope of ever seeing home again.

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