The heart. In Mexico and Latin America, it’s illegal to write a song without mentioning “el corazon.” Si? Verdad? Is that true? No, not really, I just made that up. But every song I hear in Spanish never fails to include “corazon.” And porque no? Why not? The heart is the heart of the […]Read more "EL CORAZON"
That could be the headline. Right there in tomorrow’s paper. Had it not been for Mother Nature. Thankfully, it didn’t rain. Thankfully, the wind didn’t blow a million miles an hour. And the temperatures were actually above freezing. So I had no excuse. The only thing that would drive me crazy would be myself. […]Read more "DRIVING RANGE DRIVES GOLFER CRAZY"
We called her Gramma, somehow slurring the “n” and “d” into an “m.” And we did the same with Grampa. Her six sisters and two brothers called her Nan, though her given name was Ann. Ann Beatrice Sistrunk. She was my mother’s mother. She was born almost in the middle with Blanton, Mary T., […]Read more "GRANDMA NANO"
Seeing is believing. So the saying goes. Though it might be said what we believe remains to be seen. Or, what we see we believe to be real. But is it? Or just a belief that it’s real? That is the question. Mirror, mirror on the wall… But even a mirror can distort the […]Read more "SAME MIRROR, DIFFERENT LIGHT"
Sometimes it’s good to say nothing. Like a pothole. Just be there. Be present. Expect nothing. Yet be receptive. Like an empty bowl. When it rains (which is seldom) the potholes fill with water. The streets shine. The potholes become big bowls of rainwater, inset into the patched asphalt. They glimmer like pieces of […]Read more "ODE TO A POTHOLE"
Beauty, beauty, everywhere. Autumn sees to that. Trees changing color. Leaves beginning to fall. And the sky. Clear, fresh, pure. Lucky, lucky, lucky to be alive. To see the sun rise. To notice the heron at water’s edge. Or spot a buck running through the brush. To hear cows bellow in the morning. Or an […]Read more "Loving What Is Right Here, Right Now"
“Singin’ in the rain. We’re happy again. In the early morning rain. And nowhere to go. Raindrops keep falling on our heads. ‘Cause, Baby, the rain must fall.” Nearly 800 songs exist about rain. Rain changes perspective. Forget praying for peace in the Middle East. Pray for rain! Talk about an attitude adjustment. That’ll solve […]Read more "RAIN REIGNS"