by Priscilla H Wilson | Jul 21, 2021 | Birding, Writing
Orange and white breast feathers shimmer in the morning sun. From a perch in the oak tree an elegant bird gazes at the tangle of bushes and tree limbs below. A male Cooper’s hawk tosses his head as if to say, “This is a good neighborhood.” Bluish-gray feathers cloak...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jul 12, 2021 | Family, Writing
I was about five or six years old when we started saving the caps off of milk bottles. I don’t know whose idea this was…and I am not sure if I even realized that we were saving bottle caps for a reason.But finally, the day arrived when we were to go downtown to the...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jun 28, 2021 | Family, Writing
I am not sure during all of my growing up years that I was closer to my father or mother. I think it stayed about the same all of the time. We, my sister, Pam and I grew up in a fabulous household. There never was any kind of favorite that I can remember. We are both...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jun 10, 2021 | Writing
I am sure that the most expensive thing we ever bought took place in the process of our buying houses. The fact of which one was the most expensive…I don’t have an idea. I am sure that the first house that we bought…on Chicago’s Circle...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jun 8, 2021 | Travel, Writing
Egyptian Village Surprises in 1979 Surprise and delight swept over me when we land in Cairo. Mark and Jean Poole meet us at the airport and drive us to a lovely small apartment. It is Jock Miner’s apartment in the area of Cairo called Maadi. Jock is a geologist and is...
by Priscilla H Wilson | May 27, 2021 | Faith, Writing
A sight, a sound, an event turns us upside down in unexpected and commonplace moments. I call this the holy revealing itself. Two brothers chase each other in their yard. The older brother is yelling, “I am going to get you.” The younger brother tries desperately to...
