HOW BLOGS COME TO LIFE

God only knows. I publish one every Sunday. A thought of what I might say/write often comes to me during the week. It catches

my imagination. I say to myself, “write it down or you’ll forget it.”

That’s why I carry a small notebook. To write things down I want

to remember. I forget sometimes when I’m busy working on

something else.

I write blogs because it helps keeps my mind on its toes. It clicks with

an idea and away I go. I read it over, make changes until it’s what I want

to say. It’s done. I hit ‘send’.

My writing life began at the St. Thomas Times Journal when they

were desperate enough to find someone, anyone, to write obits.

Writer’s comment: I learned damn fast never to screw up misspelling a

a dead person’s name. It could mean being fired on the spot. Or worse

having an irate reader - a warm, close relative of the deceased - break down the

editorial door looking for the sonofabitch who screwed up their beloved

great aunt’s name.

BLESS THE TREES

We take them for granted. In the fall they lose their

leaves little by little until the are stripped naked. They

spend the winter being snowed on, blown around by a

cruel wind making we humans shiver in the cold.

Along comes spring and you look out wondering what

happens in their roots where life for them begins

all over again .

I’m talking of the deciduous variety. The maples, the oaks.

Mid- April comes along and you see little hints of greenery

and we sigh to ourselves wondering how that miracle

happens all on its own.

Author’s comment: Thank goodness it does. Over the next

weeks these beautiful trees come back to life right before

our eyes. Without us having a damn thing to do about it.

We count our blessings that we’re alive to see it happen.