Author Archives: Sharon

I’ve read it, reread it, read it again. What could have been… So sweet and so sad. All the stories I could have had. So determined to go my own way Then losing myself in the day-to-day Until at last … Continue reading →

I feel like a cliche. The news hit me like a semi truck yesterday. Stunned me. My first thoughts were “No! No! No! Not true!” and then expletives when I realized it was true; and there was no rewind button, … Continue reading →

This past Saturday, I attended Toastmaster Leadership Institute for my district in Colorado. One of the take-aways was a call-out to the membership to tell their stories. Personal stories are a powerful influence on bringing people into Toastmasters (or any … Continue reading →

It’s July again. Monsoon rains drenching and flooding streets. Hummingbirds zipping and fighting over feeders. The Swallowtail butterflies sailing on breezes and memories of those final days and hours waiting and watching holding on and letting go letting go and … Continue reading →

I was the pre-eminent highway engineer in the vacant field next to our house in North Long Beach I’d design roads for rock vehicles traversing precipitous hillocks of cheatgrass skirting dangerous cavernous gopherholes A Pentecostal church built there in the … Continue reading →

I keep coming back to it like a lost hiker circling back to the same point over and over A center point a truth I am The Creator is all of it desiring nothing more but to be Love is … Continue reading →

Having a cup of coffee and waiting out a squall on Tuesday, the 15th, I reflected back on the ten days since I’d rolled up in the ambulance with the beginnings of a cold that cramped my style for a … Continue reading →

I will be 64 one week from tomorrow. I am in no way responsible for this accomplishment. It is the happy result of the union of two attractive, intelligent, and perfect human beings a little more than 65 years ago; … Continue reading →

This morning, I saw a news clip out of Seattle about a helicopter that crashed into a building downtown with at least two killed. Immediately, I contacted my friend of over 40 years to ensure she and her family were … Continue reading →

“My beautiful hair is dead Now I am the rawhead O when I look in the mirror the bald I see is balder still When I sleep the sleep I sleep is not at will And when I dream I … Continue reading →