Ian loves to people watch. As an artist he looks at a person with an interest to know their story. With the millions of hours logged in waiting rooms, he’s had plenty of practice. Since I’m typically his escort, I’ve gotten caught up in it too. Our conversation goes something like this… “Her name is Alice. She spoils her grandkids…
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Happy Birthday to ME
Birthdays as landmarks This years birthday feels as if there should be fireworks and rewards and even an olympic podium. I made it. At 57/58, who longs to speed up time? Who wants to age even faster? I did. Sept 6, of last year, 21 days post accident, if birthday candles could deliver wishes, I would have asked to be transported…
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Houston we have a problem
No one gets to start in the middle. You learn your A, B, C’s before you can read. You sit before you stand, walk before you run. Painting 1 is required before you get to take Painting 2. When I was young, my dear mother dreamed of passing her love and talent of sewing to me. Not only did she make…
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I Want Some of That
When Ian and Becca were very young, 2 and 4 maybe, they each received a kaleidoscope in their Easter basket. Ian was quickly enamored. Completely taken by it’s magic! Becca, considered it for a short moment and tossed it aside. The concept is not complicated. Several mirrors, a few bits of colored plastic and voila! But have you ever looked…
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A Trickling Faucet
Looking back The “Memories” feature on Facebook has been a mixed blessing. Daily, I am reminded of what I posted this time last year. It takes me right back to UNM Trauma ICU, sitting bedside. Without the need of written details, and as fresh as if it was yesterday, I feel the cold, uncomfortable, fake leather chair and hear the…
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