The Lone SUV (part 2)

I don’t know if this story will have an end. No story does, really, you just have to decide when to stop telling it.

There is no reason for a car to be in the lot before I pull in this morning. The way it’s parked haphazardly in the far corner of the lot has me suspicious and worried. The building manager assures me, there is no reason for anyone else to be here. And I sit, fuming and frightened, in the car. What are the intentions of the SUV driver. Is he still in the car? (The dangerous unknown is always a guy, it seems) Is he armed? Because, now, it seems any snowflake with a sense of entitlement can go buy a gun and take out his tiny, tiny rage on innocents.

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The Lone SUV (part 1)

I’m frightened and furious, and it’s only 7:30 on a Tuesday morning.

The white SUV is parked cock-eyed in the far corner of the parking lot when I drive up the hill to work. It’s the only other car in the lot. I pause a moment. No one else should be in the parking lot this early. Anyone working inside the school usually parks by the door; anyone working outside on the grounds generally parks near the storage sheds.

So, what is that white SUV doing all alone over there?

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Standing Back to Back


We stand together at the brink of December’s end. The year of 2017 is lurching, exhausted, to a close.  With a mix of relief and of trepidation I prepare to turn the last calendar page of 2017 to uncover January 2018.  I feel more than a bit hesitant to let another year in after the chaos we are preparing to sweep out the door. Continue reading “Standing Back to Back”

Signs of Time

imageThings that remind me of my age:

1. Forgetting what it was I just went upstairs for.

2. Changing the radio station, again, because, “That’s not music, it’s just noise.” Then, stopping on a station that’s playing a song that I didn’t particularly like back in the 80’s, but at least I recognize it.

3. Feeling proud of the adults my children have grown into and wondering when they grew into adults. I must have blinked.

4. Wondering how in the heck I hurt my back while I was sound asleep.

5. Forgetting what I just went downstairs for.

6. Having a medicine cabinet that contains both heat wraps and muscle relaxants because I have the amazing ability to walk up with back spasms.

7. Forgetting what it was I just went upstairs for.



Away from Lost

universetangleSome days.

Some tangled problems

you leave behind

unsolved, unresolved

behind in time and in space.

Some days, you give permission

to walk away.

Some day you find you are free

then, you are found.


Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

Ball Points

The sign says, ‘Ball Point Trail’.

“Who names a hiking trail after a pen?” I wonder as we pull into the gravel parking lot.

I imagine some historic ball point pen inventor or maybe a writer. I consider a famous historical, nature-loving philosopher with deep, deep thoughts regarding  pens.


But, on second glance, the sign reads, ‘Bull Point Trail’, not as interesting as a trail named after writing utensils. Continue reading “Ball Points”