RECORDING MOMENTS IN TIME

Eyes glued to your favorite screen, heart thumping, reading the latest news blast. How long, maybe 1 - 3 seconds, 5 - 10 seconds if the content seems relevant. Swipe left. Or like, swipe right. That constricted feeling. That pressure you feel as you realize everyone is nuts, except you. If only… The next catastrophe is on the next screen. My source… ‘the truth’… history, copy and pasted, again and... Here’s what I think. Hope someone will like me. Threats mount; pick your poi

What is, is… until it isn’t? Call it trickery, a lie, fake news. Deny all you want. Believing humans are smarter than Mother Nature; able to defeat Father Time; that humans will solve any crisis. The lies we tell. Yes, I am a glass-half-empty person. Still, with grandchildren, I wonder what their destiny will be. Did you observe Earth Overshoot Day? The day humanity’s demand for ecological resources exceeds the resources the earth can regenerate within that year. On July 24,

Favorite, hum, let’s start with least favorite. English with the parts of speech, diagraming sentences, reading poetry, and writing. That’s right, folks, hated to write. Why? Because teachers returned every paper covered in red ink. Often at the bottom of the page in larger than necessary print is the word, Redo. Now, before I continue, I need to note that I attended two high schools, two years in New York and two years in Arizona. In New York, they still considered ninth gra

While attending the University of Arizona, taking a Western Civilization class (1968), the professor confidently stated that historically civilizations have a lifespan, on average, two-hundred and fifty years, give or take. I thought that was ridicules. The United States would last like the Roman Empire, two thousand years or more. The instructor emphasized these countries did not collapse from any outside enemy, rather disintegrated (degenerated) from within. The United Stat

Sitting alone watching the clouds roll in, I find celebrations… nonexistent. Humans now hustle by each with a mission. Some prescribed tasks to complete. Choosing never to make eye contact. The recent year was tough, and the future equally bleak. Meanwhile, nearby church bells chime. Suggesting hope exists for all. Around the corner, she pauses, and eyes me with trepidation. I expect, like the others, she will circumvent me, nose held high. As if I’m not here. To my surprise,

It was a chilly March afternoon as Mary sought permission to visit her cousins, promising Dad to return home by 6, before sunset this cloudy winter day. Parent’s separated, reminded not to visit my mother. Difficult to make friends. Over the past six years, I had moved five times, changed schools, seeking to fit in once again. Now it’s just me and my dad. Well, there was David Lewis, a relative by blood, sort of, and his female companion sharing this small apartment. Bundled

The quick answer, none. But… with that said, let me share the restaurants I remember as a teenager back in Elmira, New York. Loved it. Number one on my list. The occasions were rare, but treasured. Family, sometimes extended family and friends, would precede after Sunday morning church services to Curly’s Chicken House https://www.curlyschicken.com/ Established in 1955 still exists today. Not fancy, but the food, prepared using “secret” family recipes, is always scrumptious.

As the evenings cool, we feel a change in the air—subtle at first, like a quiet promise whispered, clustered together, we celebrate what has been. There is warmth in our closeness, knowing that the festival now fades with a final burst of intensity. We recognize the end is near. It lingers just beneath the surface, not heavy or bitter, but honest. The season turns, as it always does, and we—changed by it—slowly let go. We cover the hillsides as humanity honors our ultimate sa

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It was late or early, your call, as I sat in silence. Soda nearby. Snacking on a Fig Bar, nearby Daisy curled up in her bed. In the...