On being seen…

There's a lovely foolish Monty Python "military" training film on 'How Not To Be Seen.'  In the clip, people are hiding, NOT BEING SEEN, and then they are asked to stand up. Once they do so, they are either shot or blown to smithereens. I feel viewing this in my formative teens MAY have had…

Morning dawns

There's a pinky sunrise outside my window and my iPod has played the cheery "marimba" wake-up call three times, and yet I linger in bed, unwilling to awaken. Today is day 2 of my course and I realize I don't want to go. I long to wallow in my comfy warm sheets, curl back into…

Dear Dad….

I don't have many photos of my dad. He was always the one behind the camera, capturing out smiles and foolishness and big events and small ones. But I can see him in my mind's eye, alas, all that I have left, since he's been gone  25 years now and for some reason it still…