Tree In Change
It was said, don’t fly too high, or get too close to the sun.
But the trees climb to light, and show themselves to everyone.
Month of Missing
Is there no lucidity in a month of moments ensuring one can share the pain?
A luminary is gone, one who would, in time, opponents’ favor to gain.
QCMOTC Goes Camping
Welcome to Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park in Ashland, NH. This campground sits right on the banks of the Pemigewasset River. Thanks to the Queen City Mothers of Twins Club for a wonderful camping weekend along… QCMOTC Goes Camping
Happy Independence Day
#happyindependenceday Enjoying the freedoms we still have. May God bless the USA.
Father’s Day Gleam
June 18, 2016 – Father’s Day Gleam.
Tomorrow is Father’s Day and I wanted to get this off of my mind before the actual day. Over the last couple of weeks this thought has been creeping into my psyche a little more often every day. Until these last few days, when it has downright bugged me, bothered me, and otherwise haunted me. I asked my wife yesterday, “What am I supposed to do on Father’s Day, with no father, for the first time in my life?”
I suppose I still don’t know the answer. But I know that I miss my Dad an awful lot.
Class of 2028
Class of 2028 – Glen Lake School
Today, the twins (now 6 years old all of a sudden) graduated from kindergarten. There was a short celebration event outside the school in the 87 F heat.
The kids, separated into their three different class groups, and walked in a procession to the front of the seating area. They sang some songs, received their certificates, and listened to some remarks, all after we all pledged allegiance to the flag. Listening to myself recite the words to the pledge made me think of many stories that have made recent headlines around the globe. I will leave it at that for now. The ceremony was brief and it was adorable. Class of 2028
Missing Dad
I’m here in the yard, at the house I grew up in. I mowed the lawn as I usually do. But I’m missing my Dad. He’d be sitting right here, outside in the warm air.… Missing Dad
Commuting Takes a Toll
This is the second story of this type that I have seen in a week. I am assuming there was an adult driving each vehicle. We are getting smarter folks. My, my, how far we… Commuting Takes a Toll
Against the Grain
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/grain/
Against the Grain
I am here, I just don’t know if you can see me.
Here is where it all begins, but so far, there is no end.
You were here once it seems, but were you, then again.
Maybe it was me, and what I wanted, I had to pretend.