by Priscilla H Wilson | Aug 31, 2017 | Aging, Writing
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...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Aug 8, 2017 | Family, Photography, Travel, Writing
The Christmas of the big snow! Who can forget it? Presents and turkey took a back seat that year of 1967. We board the Santa Fe’s Texas Chief in Chicago and wake the next morning in Kansas. A world in dazzling white greets us. As we leave the train we exclaim, “Where...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jun 22, 2017 | Aging, Birding, Photography, Travel, Writing
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...
by Priscilla H Wilson | May 28, 2017 | Birding, Family, Writing
To sit on Ben and Tina’s deck is magic at any hour of the day. Such a wide expanse of grass, trees, shrubs and flowers. And across the wire fence looms the woods. Birds of all kinds pop in and out of the yard from the woods with seven feeders of various kinds...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Dec 30, 2016 | Family, Photography, Writing
December 29 I celebrate my third evening of family dining with my second grandson and his family. We drive to downtown St. Paul and Jeffrey says, “We are going to Brasa, the city’s top-pick of kid-friendly restaurants.” We pull into the parking lot...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Dec 29, 2016 | Family, Writing
As we turn off the freeway into downtown St. Paul the magic of lights twinkle before our eyes. Ben pulls into the first spot of street parking across the street from the Ordway Center for the Performing Arts and exclaims, “Rock Star parking.” Seeing the...
