MY FAVORITE QUOTES
My Current WoW
What Does it Mean to be an American? — by Tommy
I was born eleven months before the start of World War II…
My Favorite Sport
For most of my life, my favortie sport was football…
My Granpa’s Dilemma
The night sky over Clell, Virginia, hung low with stars…
The Silence of Loneliness
Hank sat on the bank’s edge, fishing pole in one hand, a thick cigar in the other…
Betty’s Gift of Berries
By the time anyone heard Tom coming, it was already too late…
My Life in Ten Sentences
As my eighty-fifth birthday approaches..
Kindness and Determination
As the years accumulate, so do the values that steer a life…
Three Missing Teeth
The old man stared at the tools hanging on the rough-planked wall…
Guest Missives
Under The Walnut Tree… by JoAnn
School Clothes… by JoAnn
Sixteen Again… by JoAnn
Remember Me 2.0… by JoAnn
I Love Chocolate… by JoAnn
Smile Anyway!… by JoAnn
Lost in The 50s… by David Miller
Lessons From Andy… by JoAnn
Silver Bells… by JoAnn
Slow Down Young Man!… by JoAnn
AS MY WORLD TURNS
At the Acme
I picked up a grocery list someone left in their card. The last item was, "Don't forget the love", next to a drawn heart.
Reading that line a feeling unfolded in me that love's red threat runs through all things.
So, I watched to see it in action and there it was, a father, arms heavy with groceries stopping to make funny faces to soothe his crying child.
A man, hands shaking with age being helped by a young woman to bag his peaches. And, a voice in my head said
that love was a doing, a moment shared not based on schemes or profit or discourse. Love has its own discourse in the heart.
Oh, I know the risks, how love can explode in our face like gunpowder. How its quixotic riptides push us to make hurried declarations.
Or like a crowbar it can pry our heart open against our will. But now, here at the checkout line, I want to add it as a major food group -
tuck it in my bag along with the paper towels, carrots, and peas.
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