Just added under the Musings tab is a short essay titled ‘…Again’. I actually began writing it a number of months ago, but left it as a Draft because I didn’t know where to go with it after writing the first paragraph. Writing that is forced, reads forced. So I left it alone. Today when I opened the Draft to read what I had already written, I immediately knew where to take the piece. The idea flowed easily so then all I needed to do was select the right words. The musing is typical me, as I am always thinking, always pondering. Enjoy.


I have learned in my lifetime to never say “Never”.

Who would have thought that the horrific events of 9/11 would have ever taken place? Who would have ever thought that the January 6, 2021 Insurrection on the Capitol take place? Who would have thought a virus called COVID would change the entire face of daily society?

Never would I have ever expected my aging parents push back on every attempt to help them in, what should be, their Golden Years.

I have learned in my lifetime to never say Never. Reason being is that anytime I have done that, I am left eating ‘crow’ because at this point am in the position of doing what I didn’t expect I would encounter.

Parents…, we love them. Yet when parents behave in a manner where there is no logical decision making process for their own personal benefit, or they display distrust in their own children’s choices, things become a bit complicated.

Bummer. Here we are…, my brother and sister, and I in a position of being The Three Bad Amigos. We’re the bad guys right now, even though we’re just trying to do what’s best for them.

Much more to come, but unfortunately much less to be expected. Don’t ever do it. Don’t ever say “I will never….” As I believe ‘Never’ will be back in your lap at the time you never expect it to be. Today tell yourself, “I will never say Never.”

Not Clueless

Sometimes you get the feeling that you are clueless in the matter, regardless of what that matter is. But, one needs to take any situation, any words, any person and view it from a different perspective. The world exists outside of our own little bubble.

Think of Georges Seurat’s painting titled A Sunday on La Grande Jatte. Pointillism. Created using countless colored dots to depict a scene. From afar, the image looks well defined. Up close, and the viewer sees that all definition is lost. Hence, the point of Pointillism.

We may sometimes feel that we are clueless in any given situation, but are we really? Give credit to where credit is due. We are all dots of color on the canvas of Earth. Together we form a ‘live’, dynamic, and ever-changing image of life.

Let’s keep to that way.


Just posted under the ‘I Remember’ tab is my longest essay yet. I knew it was going to take me awhile to write. Cherry Bomb has taken me weeks to write, for the sole purpose of I just wanted to ‘get it right’. There is so much more I could have written in that essay, but the time was right to include exactly what I have written.

Buyer’s Remorse

We’ve all heard that statement before and hope to never have such an experience. The phrase is generally associated with the purchase of a big-ticket item such as a house or car. But the word ‘buyer’ can also be a reference to one who joined-in on an act and then felt regret over time. Or perhaps the buyer is one who makes a bad decision, then must accept the consequences, or fallout.

“God is good.” It’s written in quotes because not only do I believe this to be true, but someone once said that in reply after I asked “How are you doing?”

We go through life making decisions, some good and some not so good. With all good intention we truly want to do what is right, not only for ourselves but also for the greater good. It doesn’t always work out that way. It’s difficult to fully comprehend when others choose to not follow their stated beliefs. We may experience this sourness when someone says something that hurts our feelings. We may experience this when we are burglarized or robbed. Why does injustice occur?

Pity there are some who maintain childish and petty behavior in adulthood. So we move on. It’s the best thing we can do because we cannot create change in others.

Even the most deliciously baked goods go bad.


Some people come and go from our lives. Some people come into our lives and then leave by choice or circumstance. Some come into our lives and never leave by choice or circumstance. Then there are some people who leave and many years later are reconnected with us usually by choice, but not always.

Those who we reconnect with after many years of disconnect are often met with joy. I was reconnected yesterday with someone who I call my ‘Texas mom’. We spoke on the phone and aside from the many years of disconnect, it was like I just talked with her last week. We had a wonderful conversation and tried to catch-up as much as possible in the ten minutes I had left before the start of a meeting.

It wasn’t easy to find Alice, but I did. The voice and conversation was wonderful. Irene and I have so much to catch-up on with our Texas mom. We know her children who of course are all grown up now. We experienced a lot of life together and I am looking forward for the three of us to have our continued conversation, today.

Sometimes Yes, Sometimes No

I pretty much write everyday but I don’t always publish what I write. I think a lot of what I write is just plain cathartic for me because I am a thinker and I think about everything. So writing is a means for me to ‘put it on paper’ so to speak.

There have been times when I am playing the piano and I need to stop playing because there is something I need to write. Stopping my practice time is not something that happens frequently at all because I am a stickler for my time spent on the keys. Other times, I just sit at the computer and start writing. Writing comes easy for me.

And now I am thinking that this post is just meandering with no real purpose. However there is always a purpose, in everything. So I guess I’m doing what I am supposed to do.


My birthday was yesterday, July 11. I was born on my father’s birthday which I’ve always thought was pretty special. My dad, the youngest of 10 kids, was born on one his sister’s birthday, 7/11. So I shared my birthdate with my dad and one of my aunts, cool. 3.

I remember when I was growing up and one of the neighborhood kids birthday was on 7/11. I even remember her name, Debbie. It’s always exciting for kids when they learn that a friend shares the same birthday! 4.

When I was in college, I found out that my very good friend whom I met at Art Center also had his birthday on 7/11. Crazy I thought. Irene and I still stay in touch with Mike and his wife Lexi. It’s great to know your friends for so many years. Lexi went to Art Center too, and Irene and I have known them both for almost 40 years, and counting. After Irene and I moved into our current home, we found out that our neighbors directly across the street from us had twins in high school and their birthday was 7/11. 7.

The ranch where we board our horses had many clients who would all ride together every Saturday, and some during the week as well. One of the newer clients at the time, Mary also shared the 7/11 birthday. This was all so very bizarre. I had never known anyone who knew so people in their lives that shared the same birthday. 8.

After I moved to a new school within the district, I found out that one of the teachers at this new school and one of the noon aides were also born on July 11 too! 10.

Ten. Based on my life so far, I don’t believe that this 7/11 ‘coincidence’ will end. I for one don’t even believe in coincidences. Ok, then what’s the deal? Is there something to this that needs to be revealed? My curiosity is already elevated, now all I need is more patience.

Everyone Has Two

I have many. Parents, that is. That’s just how it is. Every educator has multiple mom’s and dad’s. Students are more than merely students, they are real human beings that have a life outside of our own. They have parents, pets, and stories of their own. And stories and lives of each are all valid. Under the Musings tab is a newly published essay titled I Met One of My Mom’s Today. As with all my postings, writing the essay was natural and easy. I am privileged to have this opportunity to do so.


I think that anyone who likes camp, I mean really camp, in the mountains enjoys the campfire tradition. I have never been camping without seeing everyone in the entire campsite, sit by the campfire in the morning, and especially in the evening to cap off the day.

Ok, I understand. I understand that we are in another drought and water must be limited. I understand as a result, the necessity for National Parks in California to ban campfires for all campers this summer, they have done it before.

However this understanding is not without disappointment. We had already planned our yearly Summer camping trip. We had already made our campsite reservations albeit pre-COVID reservations were not necessary. We jumped through the reservation hoops and we diligently trolled the reservation website for DAYS to reserve a campsite spot. We also had already purchased a lot of our camping trip groceries.

Yesterday, we received an email from the reservation site stating that beginning July 1, ALL campfires are banned due to fire restrictions. There will be no campsite campfires. There will be no smore making at the campfire. There will be no connection time with your loved one, or new friends by the campfire because there will be no campfires.


The campfire is part of the overall camping experience. For us, without the campfire staple, decisions must be made. Anyone who likes to camp, I mean really camp, understands that we have begrudgingly cancelled our camping reservations for 2021.

Sigh. Last year – COVID, campsites closed. The previous year – ear surgery for Bonnie, no dirt or water. This year – campfire restrictions. Hopefully the summer of 2022 will be without restrictions or reason for cancellation.

We need to not have yearly droughts. We need predictable precipitation so that yearly droughts are the exception, and not the norm. We need an environmental miracle. Mother Nature, are you listening?