I read somewhere that people tend to live in places that remind them of their childhood. Or more specifically a place where they felt safe as a child. And I suppose when we find one of those places our child-like side take over. We are awed. We become stubborn. We never want … [Read more...]
Archives for October 2009
On Getting Lost
My father had a tremendous fear of getting lost. He hated it if we didn't know where we were. This was one of the reasons why we always had to travel on highways and interstates. Back roads were not for my dad. Not that we traveled very far anyway. We'd go to Liganeer, Indiana … [Read more...]
Sheer Whimsy
When I did the drawing and wrote the poem below in les Jardins du Luxembourg, I was in a wheelchair. Even I find this hard to recall, but it was the spring of 2008 and I had broken my leg in February. Larry and I were determined to travel and so we did, but Paris with its … [Read more...]
Les Jardins du Luxembourg
I wanted chairsby the fountainand chestnuts in bloom.I wanted April and sailboatsand ice cream drippingdown my arm.I wanted the frail manwho walked aloneand the pigeonstoo fat to fly;the blind girland the stale bread.Even the shadethat came too soon. … [Read more...]