Color in the dots….and vote!


Election Day is here once again.   Slews of hopeful politicians on various levels across our country vie for a seat in state or local government.

Promises, promises.  And yes, the word change is often bandied about. Everyone wants that.  Let’s face it, that particular word generates what is too often a false sense of security for those who exercise their constitutional right in polling places.  

Voters want more than what they had, they want someone, anyone, to make a damn difference.  Names on road signs decorate the waning beauty of Fall; some represent ideas and hope for many beleaguered communities.  

Others, do not.  

Too many have political competency levels based on vindictiveness and personal vendettas against others.   Council members who voted against an issue, or someone,  become victims of some internal party backlash. All feel they are capable of doing a much better job than their predecessors.  

Same old, same old in the world of politics.  Back-stabbing, feuds and, of course, the constant side-stepping on crucial issues.   Some of the would-be politicos have more skeletons dancing their way out of the shadows than contestants on Dancing with the Stars.  

Ultimately, it’s about control, nothing more.    

State and local debates over development, education, the environment and taxes will remain a constant battlefield of disagreement.   Campaign promises will become more political dust in the wind.  Change, if any, will be nothing more than a name on some town hall door or on some desk.  

Sadly, it all boils down to coloring in dots on a paper ballot; dots which represent nothing more than who will be the lesser of many evils.







Bucket list…

The chance to say hello again is a gift, one not to be taken lightly.  

How many of us have had the opportunity to reconnect with family or friends separated by time and circumstances?  I’ve been blessed a great deal this past year which started with my high school reunion and the renewal of many friendships along with several new ones.  Then, something I dreamed would never take place finally did when the son I put up for adoption reached out to find me after forty-seven years, the best gift of all!

There was one more special reunion with someone who had always rested in a soft spot in my mind, a first love that went back to junior high school.  A simple message on Facebook one day opened a door to remembering, laughing and sharing two lives that painfully parted in typical teen-age heartbreak more than fifty years ago.  It was nice to talk once again, as old friends.

We both shared our stories of family drama, things everyone experiences, coping with all that is good, bad or indifferent.   He spoke about not fully understanding how and why things take a negative turn in life, especially his, but he did so with kindness and a certain acceptance that so much of what we deal with is God’s plan.

He had Cancer.  Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma to be exact.  He was in somewhat of a remission when we first started talking, his spirits were great and he spoke often about a favorite movie called “The Bucket List”.  He urged me to watch it and I asked if he had a list of his own, which he most certainly did.  The list was made up of just two things, buying himself a new Mercedes and taking a trip with a close friend to Mackinac Island.  It seems that his buddy was fixated on a movie called “Somewhere in Time” and wanted to visit the Michigan hotel where the film was made.  I smiled to myself, visualizing the two of them heading out on this road trip but encouraged him to grab that proverbial bucket and go! 

As too often happens where Cancer is concerned, things started deteriorating.  Our conversations became fewer as he again started Chemotherapy; it weakened him considerably and his positive spirit desperately struggled with the side-effects of the treatments.  A few weeks ago, I texted him to see how he was doing.  He replied “At hospital, talk later”   I never heard from him again, he passed away on September 1st.

Now, I keep thinking about the whole bucket list deal, about how we all need to have wishes and dreams, just as he did.   What’s important is to act on many of these things while we can.  Just do it!  Enjoy whatever life has to offer while there is still time.  Renew friendships, apologize where needed, make peace and move beyond past transgressions, walk in the rain, savor every sunrise, every sunset and catch snowflakes on your tongue.

Live….like you were dying.



Goodbye, again…


That familiar song played softly in the background, their song; simple lyrics that were once so special,  just to them.   So many years had passed but not the tender memories.  The long separation of time seemed not to exist even though life had taken them in different directions.   Each laughed as they remembered so many things from back then, especially the innocence of their youth.   They shared joyful experiences and spoke of unfulfilled dreams as their realities started drifting into the conversation.   Both silently wondered, imagined, and chose to leave painful things unsaid.

Suddenly, there was nothing more to say except goodbye, again.



From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop….one of the choices for this week’s prompts was….Write a blog post in exactly 7 lines.  

Not easy for someone like me who loves to write at length, about anything and everything, but it was a good exercise in getting a story out while staying within the guidelines.  I thought back to reunions, especially high school ones; everyone meets, reminisces, and then slowly drifts back into their little corner of the world. 


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