Before Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tik Tok, and other countless platforms that I don’t (care to) know about viewers were influenced through one screen, not multiple streams and likeability was based on talent not the number of likes or follows for the most part Women entertainers worked harder than men it’s true, they had to to …
Tag: memories
No Reservations Required
A hand-stitched sundress brushing against women who did not see their own greatness Too young to join their chirping, chopping, stirring, and frying I twirled through unapologetic thighs pillars of strength surrounding me I admired their prominent hips, womanly figures draped with flowing skirts, some adorned with aprons Each southern beauty wore a crown …
Light & Fluffy
I make popcorn the old-fashioned way. My dad’s way. I heat the oil. The perfect hot. Then I sprinkle kernels across. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Scatter but don’t double-stack. Then the dance begins. Watching. Right hand – lifting and shaking the pan. Return to the heat. Repeat. Shaking Shaking Shaking Metal and …
Roam Free
I drank from a water fountain that quenched me as a kid. Much lower to the ground than I remember. (The fountain, not me!) circa late 70s, early 80s... Small hands released warm water gurgles that thirsty mouths slurped up. Impatient voices from the sweaty line behind shouted, “Hurry Up!” We were little squirmy gerbils …
“A Lingering Memory” (a special spotlight)
A Lingering Memory by Charles Schilling It was a slow kiss Giving warmth to my chilled face. Her lips so light upon me, And her embrace around me. Her hands running delicately through my hair And a hug to my weary body. It envelops me And the heat is so intense. It burns my skin. …
Twilight’s First Blush
There was a time when I bathed in a certain magic found only during the twilight hours. A stillness. A soft pinkness. An advantage over the sleepers, sleeping away the most enchanting part of the day. I was a witness to the sun’s first appearance with eyes not rested from the night before. Eyes, glistening …
Drove my Chevy to the levy
Almost three years ago I began this blog, partly as a place to write my way through the grief I was experiencing after losing my father on Valentine’s Day, 2019. I wrote my way through denial, pain, anger, and depression. Eventually, I found acceptance. Even when I wasn't writing about my dad, writing helped me …
Stalls and Shows
The greater Phoenix area is not short on sunshine or cars. Car shows are popular in Arizona during the "cooler" months. I am not a car person, but I enjoy meeting people and appreciate the work that some people put into restoring and maintaining vintage vehicles. I am a fan of VWs. Volkstock is a …
“Lifting the Fog” (a special spotlight)
Lifting the Fog by Charles Schilling Here I am. Here I lie. Here I stay, And here I’ll die Here I dwell Here I hold; Here I live Or so I am told. Here I think. Here I’ll call. Here I’ll stand, And here I’ll fall. Here in the quiet I can think. In this …
Let your Spirit take Flight! (dance)
Grounded, I know how to be. Feet planted for writing, teaching, listening, gardening, meditating, photographing, cooking and serving, bed-side tending, and for clothes and hearts that need mending. A responsible grown-up – you can count on me most of the time I am a focused woman moving through tasks but sometimes I must toss aside …
My Inspired Life 