A One-Man Job

A number of years ago, my husband was showing his Great Uncle Abie the house we were in the process of building.  To appreciate this story, it's necessary to understand that my husband has a tendency to do things on a grand scale, usually without worrying much about the emotional and physical fallout that any…

Shadow Woman

  These fields were fertile long ago When I could labor hours ten. Now they trip me, walking slow, For no more harvests I will know. Where was this Shadow Woman then? Was she in the dew-wet dawn? Waiting there and knowing how When days had passed and years had gone My visage would become…

A Colorful Gentleman in Black & White

An old family album that was put together at least 100 years ago portrays my mother's parents and grandparents in St. Albans, Vermont, when my mother was three or four years old.  Most of the pictures are formal, even the ones where my grandmother was feeding the chickens.  She wears a clean dress and her…

Let Them Eat Cake

Marie Antoinette may not have said this famous line, or it may have been crafted by an anonymous author who put it in the mouth of a clueless aristocrat.  Either way, it's a phrase that has taken on new meaning and relevance as the world reels under the Covid-19 pandemic. Although I am in the…

Cool Head and Warm Hands

When navigating a crisis, whether personal or public, walking that narrow bridge between keeping calm, cool and collected and begging for help is where I usually find myself.  Many of the recent Ragtag Daily Prompts ("Sangfroid, "Hold My Hand," and "Looking Within") are pretty good thumbnail sketches of the various mental and emotional states most…