Hold that finish!

“Behind every good _____, there’s a good ________,” they say. But I say, after every good stroke, there is a good follow through. After every good kick, after every good serve, after every good swing, after every good putt, after every good throw, there is a good follow through. It’s not an accident that a […]

When the storm brings rain

We had a much-needed rain last night. Though the arrogant lightning flashed boldly in my window making it hard to fall asleep, when I heard the droplets pelting against my window pane I knew that thirsty Mother Earth would be glad for a drink. In the morning, the soaking had left a smile on the […]

The Trust Game

Have you ever played the trust game? Where someone demonstrates trust in his or her fellows by falling backward into the waiting arms of a team of people set to catch her or him? Blind fall. Big risk. No guarantee. Complete confidence. TRUST. Whom do you trust like that? I just played a new trust game. […]

Hands Free Viewing for a One Time Show

Trust me? Leave your phone, your notebook, and your water bottle behind. Just you and me around the lake this morning. Can you do this? But what if the sunrise is spectacular? My sunrise is not meant for you to preserve, distribute or reproduce. But what if there are words to record? My words will be […]

Permission to Come Aboard

You don’t just buy a ticket to come in. Reaching out is not enough, Lending a hand is nice, but no, Easy come, easy go. No, you have to ask to come aboard, Ready to step onto the ship and go for a ride. But to do that, they must lower their shields, and disarm their weaponry […]

Coming of Age

We tend to think of “coming of age” as a once in a lifetime experience, or at least one season of our lives. Then we’re done. Thank goodness that’s over. Now I can move on to adult things, and put those childish ways behind me. But what if I don’t, or rather, I can’t. At […]

Be Their Healing

My mother was dearly beloved by her maternal grandfather, John K. Leigh, or so my grandmother told me. Doted over, actually, and perhaps a bit spoiled. Apparently, he gave her whatever she asked. “There was one thing she wouldn’t ask for,” Mamma told me. “She really wanted a horse, but she knew he couldn’t give […]