-
Archives
- December 2020
- November 2020
- October 2020
- August 2020
- May 2020
- April 2020
- March 2020
- January 2020
- December 2019
- November 2019
- October 2019
- September 2019
- August 2019
- July 2019
- June 2019
- May 2019
- April 2019
- March 2019
- February 2019
- January 2019
- December 2018
- November 2018
- October 2018
- September 2018
- August 2018
- July 2018
- June 2018
- May 2018
- April 2018
- March 2018
- February 2018
- January 2018
- December 2017
- November 2017
- October 2017
- September 2017
- August 2017
- July 2017
- June 2017
- May 2017
- April 2017
- March 2017
- February 2017
- January 2017
- December 2016
- November 2016
- October 2016
- September 2016
- August 2016
- July 2016
- June 2016
- May 2016
- April 2016
- March 2016
- February 2016
- January 2016
- December 2015
- November 2015
- October 2015
- September 2015
- August 2015
- July 2015
- June 2015
- May 2015
- April 2015
- March 2015
- February 2015
- January 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- September 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- June 2014
- May 2014
- April 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- October 2013
- September 2013
- August 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
-
Meta
Category Archives: Just Writing
Trailblazing
For the last few weekends, I’ve taken “day trips” here in Maine, exploring new and old places within an hour’s drive from my house. On Friday, my Jeep started making a clickety chugging noise and I knew there would be … Continue reading
Blog Dark
My sleep has been out of whack since we “changed the time.” It’s not the earlier darkness; it’s something in the morning that discourages me from getting up. It’s warm under the covers. Today is no different, but I’ll start … Continue reading
Posted in Just Writing
Tagged French-Canadians, Lewiston, Madeleine Perron, no man knows the hour, Stephen Crane
2 Comments
Hooyah
Today is “Veterans Day” here in the United States. November 11 was initially called “Armistice Day” to mark the end of World War I, while England and other Commonwealth countries call it “Remembrance Day.” Reggie Black is a veteran; I … Continue reading
The Portrait of Aunt Hermione
I’ve been sorting through my “stuff.” It’s time-consuming and emotional. I pick something up, look at it, and drift off into a reverie. Twenty minutes pass and I still can’t remember why I was saving the puka bead shell necklace. … Continue reading
Posted in Just Writing
Tagged make do or do without, recycling, Stuff, stuff will never fix you, use it up, wear it out
1 Comment
A Blast from the Past
Reggie Black and I have been having a long conversation about the past. We talk about the present and the future, too, but lately we’ve been reflecting on the places we’ve been and the people we’ve known in the “long … Continue reading
The Rock Show
The other night I was talking to my friend Jaxon on the phone. I never see Jaxon anymore because even though he only lives twenty miles away, he works all the time. He works for one of the world’s most … Continue reading
Kings and Princes
One of my church friends once gave me something she printed out for her family called “The 21 Rules of This House.” She had six children she was homeschooling. I like the rules and they hang near my kitchen sink … Continue reading
Posted in Home, Just Writing
Tagged Daddy's Little Girl, fathers and daughters, Herman Baumer, Jack Prince
Comments Off on Kings and Princes
The Technicolor Mining Disaster on Steroids
One of my close friends is a regular reader of this blog. She rarely comments publicly although she often sends me private notes, explaining her thoughts. I appreciate her sidebar comments; feedback is helpful. This week, however, I’ve heard nothing … Continue reading
My Life as a Heart
My friend Jaxon took a business trip this week. He flew to Dallas during a Midwestern blizzard and he said it was the second worst flight he’d ever taken. Jaxon is a sturdy traveler and he’s stoic about being shoved … Continue reading
Posted in Just Writing
Tagged blogging burnout, Laika the space dog, Modern life, Space race, Sputnik 2
2 Comments
The Existential Grange Hall
I read an apocalyptic article on an economic blog the other day. I also read two hundred comments that followed the article. It doesn’t matter what the article was about; the following comments could apply to any written article in … Continue reading