When I divide my life into four parts, regardless of years, it is childhood, early adulthood, mature adulthood, and the elder stage. There are times for each stage. While they might seem arbitrary or fixed to others, I link them to transitions, moving from one stage to another. The seasons of change. My childhood ended
A few weeks ago I wrote a blog about one of my grandfathers and what I remembered about him that was special to me. Many people said they enjoyed the story. What occurred to me was that maybe I could write something about one of my grandmothers whom I had the privilege of knowing for
My editor said this list is a no-brainer. Don’t think too much. Do consider whether anything fits and is useful. 1 – Don’t believe everything you hear or read. Do your own due diligence and draw your own conclusions. 2 – Don’t listen to only one side of a debate or argument. Do consider
Three and a half hours southwest of San Miguel, Guanajuato, where we live, are the cities of Patzcuaro and Tzintzunstan, in the adjacent state of Michoacan. Geographically, this area is about four hours due west of Mexico City. The relatively short road trip last week of 2 nights and 3 days were rich with new
First, a word about the charcoal drawing of the pair of old shoes. A friend, Kathleen, who is a poet shared the image with me and others who love her poems. Her parents purchased this drawing years ago in Denison, Texas. It is signed, “Mott” and the artist could be Clifford Mott. I cannot confirm
Of more than 650 blogs/essays in the past 12 years, “Stepping Into The Unknown” remains popular, although to a lesser degree than when I wrote it 4 years ago. That it is still read by numerous people makes me wonder how and why some of these blogs are still kicked around at all and others
