"Thank God it's "Friday."" I heard a parent say as she dropped off her bundle of joy. It's Thursday, and I am closed tomorrow for a 4 day weekend. The same parent will joke on Tuesday, after Memorial Day, asking, "Is it Friday yet?" We need a vacation from our vacation. It seems like we… Continue reading Life after Friday
First love By Natalie Lynn Hidalgo I looked away, and let my gaze leave your face Creating space To move, to turn, to leave my first love. I no longer see The reflection of me in your eyes. Turning I see lies Reflected in the looking glass, The worlds measure of my worth…against your truth.… Continue reading First Love
I grabbed my coffee and made myself comfortable. I was catching up on the news in the morning but it seemed like all news is bad news these days. That is, if the news I see really is the truth. I'm not so sure now. The media used to be trusted. Not anymore. So much… Continue reading Give me the Mark
There is something urgent about the question "Did you hear the news?" I remember being the herald of some bad news on August 17, 1977. I was 14. I ran outside in the early morning in Anchorage and stopped the first adult I saw walking through the parking lot of our apartment. "Hey, Mister. Did… Continue reading Long live the King
Psalm 30:5 "For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning" There are times in life when sorrow takes us by surprise and overwhelms us. Today the day before Easter. It was the time of sorrow after Jesus died and… Continue reading Joy comes in the morning
I am sitting sipping hot coffee and watching the sun rise over the horizon to shine on the snow that has transformed my yard into something beautiful. How can a thin layer of snow make everything look magical? Even a spider web becomes a thing of wonder. But, then I think of those buried in… Continue reading Snow Hoarding: buried in stuff.