By The Sea

Rosina Grandmother’s Rocking Chair… If I close my eyes gently I can still see her. Her smile lit inside of me a feeling of love and trust. She was the one constant, strong and honest person in my life. I knew if I felt scared, hopeless or in danger, I could go stay at my grandmother's house. I am not sure if her house was similar to any other grandmothers in the 1970-1980's but I have always felt it wasn't. She was not the typical grandmother of those years. Sometimes it seemed as if God preserved her in a time warp for me so I could have some home grown old fashion goodness instilled in my spirit. Growing up in those years felt like things moved fast, she didn't. We had old fashioned, family, Sunday dinners. There were family games played outside and many hours helping her in the kitchen. If she needed something at the store...we walked. She didn't have a driver’s license and didn't want it. She wore knee highs or tights everyday becaus

A beautiful picture of Boston I found on the web I am not sure what to feel right now so here I am typing away. The Boston Marathon such a historic and loved event. Here we are again... another incident. Another act of violence towards innocent people again. How much more can we take? How much more can New England endure, The Country endure, and the World endure? I feel such sadness that another incident has taken place. I don't like to feel hopeless but I get a sense the world that I love is really changing and I don't think I like the road we are going down.  I feel for the runners, the spectators, the hundreds and hundreds of volunteers that help to put on the Boston Marathon. I never like to ask why something has happened but I just wonder, "How could you, whoever you are?" I feel like I am asking that question a lot lately. What makes a person feel so much hatred that they focus all their energy into thoughts and plans of violence an