Ruptured

I thought, “Ok, this is the moment. You are going to die. You know everyone dies, and this is your time.” I felt a surge of fear that is hard to describe. It was panic. Disappointment washed over me, and I thought, “I didn’t think it would be today. I’m only 47.” My conscious mind, my inner voice, was still working, and asked, “Why are you afraid? You believe. You know you will go on. You can see Abby again…”

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Going Wild

The older I get, the more I curl into nature, like a song bird in the hollow of a tree, feeling every gust of wind, yet always prepared to avert danger.  It’s as if I’m already becoming part of the earth, in spirit, if not, in fact.  Yet, I’m not decomposing.  It’s quite the opposite;…

False Spring

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.” Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

Naked

Until two days ago, I was writing this blog anonymously. For some unfathomable reason, a few days ago, I decided I was ready to share my secret blogging world with the real people in my life on Facebook. To my surprise, people not only read the post I shared but also went back through my…

Truth, Lies and Red-Eyes on a Sunday Afternoon

I’m drinking a Red-Eye, mid-day, on a Sunday. A cold rain set in this morning, melting a heavy layer of snow that’s covered the ground for the last two days; the kind of snow that drapes the trees and ground in an exquisite silence. CNN is on the television, the newscasters talking endlessly about Donald…

Thyme Alone on the Hill

It’s 24 degrees outside. The snow is falling, and I have meatball and chicken broth soup slow cooking in my little country home. I can smell the onions and garlic, the carrots and celery, the chicken broth and thyme. I’m totally alone, and I’m happy. I have a beer in my hand, a cigarette burning…

Welcome to “The Family!” It’s Italian Sausage with a side of hate in “The Most Trumpian Place in America” this July 4th.

It’s the 4th of July, and I’m making Italian Sausage and Penne Pasta in a town that is known as, “The Most Trumpian Town in America.” About 8 months ago, during the 2016 US Presidential Election, I found out that, I, like many other West Virginians have Italian ancestry. I took an Ancestry.com DNA tests and…

Before the Blue Sky

Before you see the blue of the sky you see the trees here and the hills. This is rugged terrain old mountains worn down to hills land worked too hard old people as hard as the earth beauty mangled by life Near the edge of my wood There’s a hollow carved out in this old,…

A Place of Our Own: Appalachia

I want to talk to you about Appalachia. It brings to mind images of toothless, aged creatures with dirty faces fresh from the mines, images of barefoot, barely dressed, children wearing feed sacks with barren landscape as a background, doesn’t it? Maybe, modern day stereotypes conjure images of welfare recipients, overweight, diseased people, strung out…

Secret Society of Ferns

You spread yourself Across the woodland floor. A colony of answers. A secret society tucked In the woods, born of spores that were born of spores born millions of years ago. Your seed floating from woodland and swamp Through epochs and eras, across continents now divided By water and war. You are a living fossil….

Nobody Wants Hot Cheesecake!

Nobody wants piping hot cheesecake. It’s one of those rare delicacies that must be chilled before enjoyed. You have to mix, measure, pour and stir. You have to taste, make sure it’s sweet, but not too sweet and bake it just right in a spring pan to ensure that it won’t stick and ruin. You…