I have seven children: 7. They are mine. Or rather, they are my progeny. I do not possess them or control them, and would not if I could. I have 7 children, and they have me, for better or for worse, for they cannot ever claim another father or even another dad. I am what they got and what they get. And mostly they are okay with that. My 7 children each possess a great soul. They care about this world and its life and beauty and stories and its living creatures all. They care about the human family and its poverty and illiteracy and violence and illness and squalor. They study hard and they work hard. They are kind and generous and patient, and long-suffering. They are fun and funny and adventurous and smart. They call me Pops and Papa and Pappy and Dadda and sometimes even Father. Continue reading
Cards of Leaves and Petals
I buy birthday cards at the dollar store: 6 for a dollar. If I’m lucky I find pack of 8 for one dollar. And I buy about ten packs which will last maybe a year. The cards don’t have HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! or anything else printed on them. Which doesn’t bother me because I can write HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! just well, or even better because I am practicing my handwriting. I have got the cursive G down and the S as well, but H has me harrumphing. The fronts of the cards Continue reading
Amy helped decorate the family Christmas tree: with lights, ornaments, and…a lizard. Sunshine’s pretty color fits right in. Sunshine is such a good friend to Amy, and Amy to sunshine. Everyone needs good, loyal, supportive friends. As 2020 winds down, we can find someone to be a friend to, someone who needs our friendship, our kindness, even our love. We can do it. We should do it. Try.