Tag Archives: Love
Lost in Translation
LOST IN TRANSLATION Kevin reached into his backpack. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” My heart raced. A proposal? At last? He pulled out a strange-looking sign. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s to keep anyone from ‘rounding that curve we … Continue reading
Our Tenth Valentine’s Day
My heart skipped a beat when her text arrived. Starting the car now. My reaction surprised me. After all, we’d been best friends for ten years—since that lucky Valentine’s Day, when, at the age of seven, she moved into the … Continue reading
Someday I’ll Marry Julie-With-The-Pretty-Blonde-Hair
Someday I’ll Marry Julie-With-The-Pretty-Blonde-Hair I can tell by the roll of my sister’s eyes—she does not want to take me on the Magic Mushroom ride again. Silly Sis. It’s not the ride that makes me drag her by her sleeve … Continue reading
My Storytelling Uncle LeRoy
I was very saddened to learn of my Uncle LeRoy’s passing today. The oldest of six Marler siblings, he was a gentle and good man. This was reflected in his eyes, as soft and brown as my grandmother’s. I felt it … Continue reading
My 2015 Christmas Letter
With the possible exception of one or two years, I’ve written a letter to enclose with my Christmas cards for the last 33 years. Well, this was one of those exception years. I have a few good reasons, but then “good” … Continue reading
In Celebration of My Siblings
I didn’t even know there was such a thing as National Siblings Day, but thanks to my cousin’s post on Facebook, I now know that April 10 is, according to Wikipedia, “a holiday recognized annually in some parts of the … Continue reading
Another Farewell
I found out today that a very dear friend of mine passed away. Kirk was the boyfriend who taught me to sail, and about whom I wrote a short story titled, “Haiku.” We’d remained friends over the years. Though I … Continue reading
Metamorphosis of Grief
I haven’t experienced grief very many times in my life, and for that I’m grateful. But now, as my family gathers around my mother in these last days of her life, I am experiencing my own grief, as well as … Continue reading
Rod McKuen’s Time Machine
Yesterday, poet and songwriter, Rod McKuen, passed away at the age of 81. For me, music is like a time machine that takes me back faster than almost anything. And, in a flash, Mr. McKuen’s words return me to when I was a … Continue reading
