A Small Blog

Looking at Life in Small Pieces

Category: Blogging

  • Sharing Words

    I haven’t written much lately. Not because I didn’t have anything to say. There are just a lot of folks out there who do have something to say and can say it better than I can.

  • 2021–the year of the roller-coaster

    2021 should have been better. Instead, it propelled our lives thru loop de loops, ups and downs.

  • Lighting the corners of my mind

    My memories are lighting up the corners of my mind–a lot. Sometimes it’s with candle light and other times with strobes!

  • Top of my Best Book List

    Books, Books and more books–that the life for me.

  • The Other Grandmother

    Creating a human being takes two sets of genes–male and female (unless you’re a clone) and each child created is unique. Those genes go back many generations–all the way to Adam and Eve if you like. I’m not a stickler for traditional family structures. A family when I grew up typically had two grandmothers. But…

  • What’s in a name?

    I have two names–Mary and Laura. I was named Laura after my grandmother Laura Bell. My family called me ‘Laura’ from the beginning. But, my official first name is Mary. So every time I went to a new school, doctor’s office, anywhere they didn’t know me, I was called ‘Mary’. I used to hate it,…

  • Damn the Fireworks and Pass the Black-eyed Peas

    New Year’s Eve in San Antonio sounds like a war zone. Sleep is disturbed, our pets run under the bed or cower in a closet. But this year, I didn’t curse the noise, or even what I’m sure was some gunfire as well. I was hearing it as a proclamation that 2020 was done and…

  • Turkey Day Approaches

    Entry for the Nineteenth Day of the Tenth Month Since COVID 19 Virus Came to America. (Assuming it was February 2020) For those of you who’ve read the latest novel from Susanna Clarke, Piranesi you’ll know I ‘borrowed’ her format for a journal entry. Piranesi possibility alludes to Giovanni Battista 1720-1778. Italian artist whose etchings…

  • The past is past except when it isn’t

    I’ve been asking myself lately, why, oh why, do I keeping thinking about things from my past–specifically from the 1960s and 70s? Especially, when I can’t remember what I ate for lunch or my neighbor’s last name? I questioned does this happen to others and why? I Googled: why do older folks dream of the…

  • A fade-to-gist

    Maybe it’s retirement combined with #COVID-19 self semi-quarantine, but I find myself using some of my time to wander thru memories for whatever remains of my wild and crazy youth. “Human memory is notoriously unreliable, especially when it comes to details. Scientists have found that prompting an eyewitness to remember more can generate details that…