Dear Ms. Necessary

I wrote this poem awhile ago and couldn’t get it quite right.  It’s not my favorite but I like the story so I’m sharing it anyway. It’s what I call a snapshot poem where I try to use words to capture a moment.  Here’s the moment: I accompanied my 82 year old father to the funeral of his first grade teacher.  Her name really was Ms. Necessary and I thought with a name like that I needed to write something.  Ms. Necessary ended up marrying and no longer was (I have to write it) Necessary.  But for my dad she always was Ms. Necessary.

Dear Ms. Necessary’s

Reliance first grade class

was not her first time teaching

but it was far from her last. Continue reading

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The Quest for Mary

Sometimes you just have to believe that maybe you are being guided on a certain path for an unknown reason. Maybe the only reason is to bring a smile to your lips and warm your heart. But sometimes you just have to think maybe, just maybe, this series of events is more than a coincidence. Sometimes it’s bigger than you. Sometimes. Here is one of those times for me. Continue reading

In Mom’s Steps

“Am I like grandma?” I used to ask my mom ad nauseam. “Tell me about grandma.” My grandma T died before any of her grandchildren were born and I missed having a grandma. Without any consideration for my mom having to bring up memories about her beloved mother I used to beg her to tell me about grandma T. In my defense, I didn’t understand and couldn’t comprehend how sometimes talking about the deceased can be a painful experience. That was a lesson I could only learn by unfortunate experience. So when I was young, I pleaded for information about this absent woman whose blood ran through my veins. I guess I yearn for connections and I needed to know if grandma would have liked her granddaughter. In a way, I am still searching for connections. Continue reading

A High School Lesson I Remember

During a high school science class, we were asked to conduct an experiment.  My partner and I chose to focus on the effects of words.  It was a rather simple test.  We took two seeds and planted them in separate containers.  We made sure each received the same amount of nutrients – water and sun.  Continue reading

The Case of the Birthday Brownies

Some time ago, an old friend in mom’s ward made brownies for me one year for my birthday. Little did she know, that one act of kindness would start a tradition. Not only for me, but for every member of my family still living under mom’s roof because her kind heart couldn’t possibly leave anyone out.   Since it had been some time since I had grandma notice me (almost before my recollection) I called her Grandma Ann. I guess, you make a big deal and hand out a moniker like that, it could guilt a person into turning a single act of kindness into a tradition. Which is what it did. Continue reading

…so are the Days of Our Lives…

I couldn’t believe my eyes.  The other day I flipped through channels and there, there in front of me was John and Marlena!  Are they still around? I thought.  Surely, this is some kind of rerun.  Even though they are looking pretty…old.

I googled them and found out they are still around.  Two words describe my reaction that day: holy smokes!

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