Hot summer days lying on the beach,

Running and diving into the waves of an ever cool Lake Michigan,

Getting pulled off of our feet by the strong undertow of the water,

Riding our bikes without an adult on the five mile trip to the beach,

Curled up in the crotch of our biggest oak tree, reading my favorite book,

Playing hop scotch on the sidewalk on our city streets,

Walking to school so that we could do tricks on the Jungle Gym,

Cleaning Venetian  blinds for my mother with a mitten on my hand,

Working in our vegetable garden, pulling tomato worms off of the vines,

Picnics at a roadside park when we went for a Sunday afternoon drive,

Remembering the heat in church and all of the ladies fanning themselves,

Roasting hot dogs and marsh mellows at a bonfire at the State Park.

Watching the double features at the movie theaters downtown,

Eating a hot fudge sundae at the old Occidental Hotel ice cream shop after the show,

Listening to my serial radio shows like “Superman” every weekday afternoon,

Cleaning my room under protest, every Saturday morning,

Watching the Muskegon Lassies play softball, as part of the “Knothole Gang”‘

As I sit here on another summer moPanasonic Misc 2012 698rning I remember anew

my parents, brothers and sisters, cousins, my  family and friends,

All of whom gave me a wonderful childhood to look back at and to be grateful for.

Those were the days, my friends, those were the days!




Let us begin!

   Begin to love

   Begin to trust

   Begin to smile

   Begin to relax

   Begin to enjoy

   Begin to listen

   Begin to avoid confrontation

   Begin to care what happens to others around us

   Begin to follow our intuition, knowing what is

     right for us to do

   Begin to take action

   Begin to share who we are

   Begin to allow others to begin their journey.

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I thought and I thought and I thought.Panasonic Misc 2012 020

Is it possible I’ve run out of words?

Can it be that there is nothing left?

Nothing to talk about

Nothing to write about

A perfectly blank mind,

Thought it could never really happen to me!


I look around the world about me

There must be something that arouses my soul, 

Something that angers me or disgusts me,

Something that disturbs me,

Something that makes me smile.

Something that stirs the blood.


How did I ever get to this place?

Where did all of the thoughts go?

I pick up my pen

I stare at my paper,

I think about writers block.


Now there is a subject I ought to be able to write about.

Lo!  Something has entered my mind.



If I had a nickel for every time I thought of you,
If I had a nickel for every time you made me smile,
If I had a nickel for each warm feeling your image brought to me,
If I had a nickel for each wonderful memory
That you gave to me over the years,

I still couldn’t be as rich as I am today,
Knowing that you are my friend, no matter what.DSCF0121



No matter what it seems,
No matter what it looks like,
No matter what happens,
No matter what has come between us,
No matter what life holds in store for us,

No matter what I wish I could change,
No matter what keeps us apart,
No matter what you or I do or say,

I love you, no matter what!



I don’t believe in war.
Am I the only one?
I turn on the TV.
Earnest faced men and women debate the idea of war.
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth!
I’ll get you before you get me!
“We must make war to earn the peace.”
And all the while the innocents are dying.

Might makes right.
You are wrong, we are right.
We are defending our way of life.
I’d rather kill you in your country than you in mine.
You attacked me so I must attack you.
What do we do about it?
How do we stop people who hate us?
Do we ever think seriously about why they hate us?
Are we the policeman of the world?
Who gives us the right to be the “policeman”?
Who gives us the right to decide who is right and who is wrong?
And still the killing goes on.

If we kill enough of “them” will they stop trying to kill “us”?
Is their God protecting them as we believe our God is protecting us?
Is their God on their side as we believe our God is on our side?
How many Gods are there?

Maybe we should let the Gods battle it out
As people once believed so many years ago.
At least the children, the young mothers,
The stalwart young men wouldn’t be paying the price.
For every person killed, another vows revenge.

The war goes on.
I still don’t believe in war, and yet I am torn.
I don’t know the answer.

This was written during the Iraq war. It could have been today, in 2014. I still don’t have the answers.IMG_0167