Trying hard to leave.

My daddy hovers, sometimes thrashes, naked, his mind somewhere along an invisible jagged line between his tiny spot of time and space on earth and the ultimate reality of Infinity. His heart beats so fast sometimes that we fear stroke. Doctors get his heart rate down and his blood pressure goes up. Get the bloodContinue reading “Trying hard to leave.”

Murphy Sweet Punkin’

  Murphy lay on the floor and barked. I felt myself shaking a little. I held out my hand to see if the shaking was outside or in-. In, I decided. The veterinary technician was familiar and I like her, but I could not come up with her name. Maybe it’s Chrissy. Dave might know,Continue reading “Murphy Sweet Punkin’”

Happy Birthday, Mrs. Grillo!

I have this card (or maybe I had this card) that says something like, “Roses are red, Violets are blue, I’ll always be…[open the card] younger than you!” I can’t find it. Mrs. Grillo and I became forever friends in seventh grade, some fifty-six years ago. My family had only been in California six months, livingContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Mrs. Grillo!”

Jimmy Lee Wong 1955 – 2018

When I was in my first year of college at San Jose State, three little brothers came to live with my parents in Montana.  One of those little boys, Jimmy Lee Wong, died yesterday mid-day. Jimmy Lee Wong was the oldest of the three, eleven months older than Jerry Lee, who was eleven months olderContinue reading “Jimmy Lee Wong 1955 – 2018”

Murphy bit my nose.

I knew it was coming someday, and it was my own fault. She was already in bed, curled up, occupying the space that would hold my feet if that little Punkin’ wasn’t there. I bent down at the foot of the bed to kiss her on the head and she didn’t feel me coming. BlessContinue reading “Murphy bit my nose.”

The Foxes Are Back!

Dave saw them first and was so excited he stuttered a little.   “Two…two f-f-foxes just r-r-ran into the ravine!” I was too slow that time, but just a couple minutes later, he said, “They’re crossing that big log! Come quick!” That time I made it to the dining room window in time to spot theContinue reading “The Foxes Are Back!”

Goodbye, Wichita Lineman

Glen Campbell died on my birthday. Driving home after birthday greetings, giggles, jokes, and toasts with my writing tribe, I thought how there was never a time I didn’t like Glen. He wasn’t anything like a heartthrob; he was just the consummate performer and he, or somebody working for him, knew how to pick aContinue reading “Goodbye, Wichita Lineman”