... on death considerations and writing

Yesterday I went to visit my friends in New York and we spent a lot of the time there talking about writing and the creative process. 353 more words

Just Ponderin'

... on gifts of food

When I was about 18 or 19 years old, I went to live with Granny and Grampa at their small house on Parham Road in Tyngsboro, Massachusetts. 1,002 more words

Just Ponderin'

... on a low-down, underhanded, sneaky theft

In 2002, while Granny and Grampa (the Old Yankee Man) were in Florida, Grampa’s dog died.

Sunny was a ‘pound dog’. A collie/shepherd/who-knows-what-else mix.

JoHn and I had chosen her, with Granny’s ‘okay’, from the Humane Society, shortly after they lost JoHn’s childhood ShepHerd, Misty (who had become Grampa’s dog when JoHn went to college). 1,660 more words

Just Ponderin'

... on hows and whys

How can you listen
When he struggles to find a word
When his topics shift
Like grains of sand on a snow white beach?

I just listen. 93 more words

Just Ponderin'

... on a crooked path toward a creative life

Yesterday afternoon, I was turning into my driveway, and the light was just right.

My trusty camera was on the seat next to me.  I stopped the car and got out. 1,203 more words

Just Ponderin'

... on 'cooking' and cooking

Marshal Dillon Dingle does not cook.

Oh, sure.

Sometimes Marshal Dillon Dingle thinks about cooking.

Photographic proof:


But, in actuality he does not really get beyond the thinking phase. 1,414 more words

Just Ponderin'

... on real life magic (and joy)

It’s snowing again.

This time, the weather prognosticators are saying we’ll get another foot, maybe more, on top of the three feet we got the other day. 890 more words