Realization came slowly, like it sometimes does, like it had for him, I found out later. At the front door, on the sidewalk that connects our two apartments, with a frozen puddle in the late winter that hadn’t been cracked, not a footprint did I see – I noticed that first. Working later in the day and taking the bus this winter, I just hadn’t … Continue reading And I Never Said Goodbye
Hey Mom, I am prompted this week to look back and see what of this year I would change, if I could. I know, not a Calvert trait whatsoever. Nothing good ever comes from regrets. Yet I can not deny I’ve had a few. Or, perhaps a better word may be do-overs. Or better yet, a button one could push that would allow us the … Continue reading Pray Tell
You see, any talent I have I owe to her. Not just genetically, but by her encouragement and her passion that I pursue what she was unable to. It was her that insisted I go to BealArt rather than go back for Grade 13 and maybe University. She saw in me a talent she said. Even from the time I first held a pencil in my chubby little baby hands, she said I held it the proper way; never just grabbed on like you would a club or a bat. Continue reading A woman on her own
I’m not one for “revising”. I mean, seems like a wasteful endeavor, certainly something my Grandmother would have disapproved of. I have definitely said and done various things I have later regretted. Fighting with Grandma the night before she died was certainly in that category. I was 17 though and I forgave myself long ago. That ate me up for a while. I learned from … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Revisionist History
by PaulaB 