Autumn Days

Autumn Days

The windows of my apartment look out over the Courtyard. There is only one real problem of living in this retirement community — there just aren’t any birds to look at in our Courtyard. But this morning when I looked out my bedroom window I was stunned to see so many colors in the trees. I suppose having that beautiful color take the place of birds isn’t too bad. Maybe that is just a sign of aging…shifting from one exciting view to another. Anyway it is stunningly gorgeous for a day or two to have four different colors so close. There seems to be no reason to rush to New England to view...

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Happy New Year – 2018

Happy New Year – 2018

Wishing a Merry Christmas and a great New Year has set my mind to spinning. Sixty-four years since my first date request from Rodney Wilson. That was to go out for a hamburger after operetta rehearsal on Wednesday night. He didn’t know that mid-week nights were off limits. I was a junior in high school and he was in junior college…a returned navy veteran…much older than me. Now it has been six and a half years that Rodney has been gone and it seems that has been forever. My brain keeps going back to the question – What made the difference for us? What we trusted shaped the way we lived. I often find myself wondering – what was it all about? One difference had to have been how much we talked about everything. When I think about the amount of time we spent apart…he...

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Where We Live

Where We Live

It occurred to me recently that we all live on one small blue marble traveling through the space of the universe. Some days I forget that fact and think I’m just located in Prairie Village Kansas. Not! Who was the writer a few years ago who explained our impact on the globe by saying, “When we sneeze it reverberates in China”? Or something like that…I’m sure that is not an exact quote, but you understand what I am saying. My fourth book, published last December paints a picture of a man who discovered ways to be of service to the whole globe…and all people. Zero Meridian, Five Degrees North is full of stories of our connections to those in far away places, and those close to home. The greatest news is that he carefully chose...

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Life is an Ongoing Journey

Life is an Ongoing Journey

I sit at 31,000 ft. looking out the window of a Boeing 737 aircraft. All I see are wisps of white cloud patches miles below me. Their scalloped puffy surfaces look like welcome mats to bounce across. We’re flying home after two weeks of watching a perpetually changing Atlantic Ocean. As I sat at a computer writing stories of my life, the waves constantly changed shape and color. My writing colleague and friend seemed to produce stories faster than I did. Also I try to keep from sulking as her life stories sound so much more profound than mine. I remember that life is a journey. Life is filled with smooth roads, bumpy holes, rocks in the middle of the road and straight, unspectacular shots. We watched the television play out a symbolic memorial process for a...

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Discovering the Amazing Black Hoof Park

Discovering the Amazing Black Hoof Park

An afternoon appointment in Lawrence means a time to do some exploring on the way there. Black Hoof Park has been mentioned as an interesting spot. Exploring on the internet, I discover where this park is. My internet hunt leads me to the west end of Lenexa…perfect for a stop on my way to Lawrence. Off I go… Google Map directs me to a south-west street down through Lenexa which takes me to 95th street. The 160 acre Black Hoof Park on the west end of Lenexa includes diverse wildlife, trails, a picnic shelter, and playground. Lake Lenexa holds the center of my sight as I pull into the parking lot. After I choose an area as far from the playground as possible, I park, hop out and head down toward the lake. A paved trail next to grass still wet from the...

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Eighty-five Years of Adventure

Eighty-five Years of Adventure

As an author, I experience that one of the hardest moments of working on a book is deciding the title. Maybe that comes easily for some folks, but I always struggle with that task. Several years before his death, Rodney Wilson began work on his life story. Many bits of paper were filed away in the bottom right-hand drawer of his monster-size desk in his office. His grandson-Jeffrey interviewed him about his Navy service in 2006. We had this taped conversation transcribed and filed away. Then in 2008, a gentleman from the Veterans History Project came to our house and talked with him about his Navy experiences. Several months later we received the typed transcription. What a prize. I found articles about his work, speeches he made here and there, letters from...

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