Today, I went to vote. I saw young people, some sporting piercings and tattoos, others wielding briefcases and braving high heels. I saw older Americans, many walking to stand in the voting line, stooped over and moving only with the aid of a cane.
Note: This is a version of a piece I wrote in 2013, just a few months before my father passed away at 93 years of age. I thought, in light of present circumstances, it might deserve another look. I have added a few more thoughts, three years after his death. If any of you is caring for an aging (originally written in January 2013)
My childhood memories, most of them anyway, are as sweet and comforting as the very smells that I associate with them. Mine are vanilla and cinnamon. Mmmmm the very thought of those two smells makes me feel all warm and well, happy.
No one likes to be told that, do they? “This is none of your business.” I don’t. Sometimes I think I believe that everything is my business, simply because I believe my opinion has value to anyone and everyone. Well, it’s not, and it doesn’t. That’s a good thing, by the way. When we finally learn the lesson about circles of influence and the things that really should matter to us, life is oh-so-much simpler.
My mama always taught me that there were two things we ought never to talk about, and those are religion and politics. As is true of so many things she taught me, she was right about that. I’ve pondered over the years as to why this is true, and here’s what I’ve come up with: religion and politics are both things about which we Americans are very passionate. That’s a good thing, by the way.
I have a girlfriend, a very dear girlfriend, and we’ve known each other for years (nearly 25 years, as a matter of fact, oh my!). She is the kind of woman I always aspired to be – beautiful, genuinely kind, gracious, and even-tempered.
How many times have I said to myself, “What would I have done different, had I known then then what I know now.” It’s a question that’s impossible to answer, yet I ask it several times a day.
(Not So) Common Sense
Perfume. Eau de Parfum. Eau de Toilette. Eau de Cologne. These beautiful, fancy French words name types of scents or rather, they name the strengths of fine scents.
(Not So) Common Sense
It’s all in the eye of the beholder
By Carole Townsend
I had my eyes opened for me the other day, and by a most unlikely person. I neglected to thank her for the deed at the time, but I’d like to do so now.
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