Category: Life Lessons

Every writer has a voice or is searching for one. It determines what you write and how it’s written. At my last memoire writers club meeting, I told those assembled that I enjoyed listening to them read their stories because each one has a unique style.  And while that’s true, I prefer to listen to …

I’m seriously considering buying a karaoke machine.  I’ve talked about it for a couple years, but I think it’s time to pull the trigger.  Whenever I hear songs I like, I sing along.  Mostly in the car or when I’m alone in the house.  Don’t get me wrong, I sang while Ruth was around as …

There’s a new person in my life, Marie.  We’d met before, years ago when I was in high school.  Funny how old friends circle around when you can use them the most.  We were never close. We met the first time when I worked as a stock boy at National Foods.  I was just a …

When I was growing up and we were playing touch football, the linemen had to count one, one-thousand, two, one-thousand, three, one thousand, etc. before they could rush the quarterback.  We didn’t have enough kids to play all of the positions, so we usually went with a center, a quarterback, and a receiver.  The count …

My first real experience with writing was Mr. Miller’s eight grade English class at Clara Barton Junior High.  We had to write a piece each week.  He gave us the topic, and we did the writing.  Later in the week some of us were asked to read our compositions to the class.  I was asked …

When I started this blog, I planned to write forever.  I still do.  I’ve learned this year that none of us know how long forever lasts. It’s different for everyone. We each have our own timer. This is blog number 600.  That seems like a lot until you break it down into years.  It’s been …

I started writing this blog on September 15th, 2022.  Ruth’s accident was twelve days later.  Her death shuffled my priorities.  I always have a half dozen titles, or opening lines, in my “draft folder”. I placed this aside and didn’t move forward with my original thought. I planned to write about being married and take …

The couple that bought our house loved it. They loved the way it was furnished, the view of the lake, Ruth’s eye for the smallest detail, and they told us at closing, “We could see right away that this house is filled with love.” They went on to say, “We’ll do our best to continue …

I’ve waited to write this story because only a portion of it is mine. I received a phone call from a former Lake LeAnn neighbor who just recently heard of Ruth’s passing. I had sent her an email a few months ago, but she said she just opened it yesterday. We spoke about Ruth for …

The summer between my junior and senior year of college I dated a girl named Rene. We went out a half dozen times, making a couple trips to lake Michigan. I even brought her home once to go to somebody’s something. She was an attractive, blonde Phycology major. I called on her expertise to answer …