Time’s Winged Chariot

But at my back I always hear/Time’s winged chariot hurrying near–Andrew Marvel (1621-1678) Before you think this post is going to be a downer, let me assure you it is quite the opposite.  Allow me to explain… First of all, the poem. Notice the poet’s dates. 1621-1678. This is a long time ago. How long? Shakespeare…

A Full Heart

My heart is so full of so many things today that it is hard to pick one to write about. My mother’s story is winding down.  While she is not dying exactly, she has a lot of health problems, and she is getting tired of fighting them. She is readying herself for the end of her…

Day 28–Wrapping it up

Yes, Christmas is three days over and I am just getting to the end of it.  Part of that is because I have been busy.  Part of it is because I don’t want to admit that it is over.  Still, as I sit here writing, I am glancing up at my Christmas tree and loving…