An old, red brick house Sitting small on scrabbley grass It was home to me Source Of All Blessings You bless us with time to reconnect to self, family, Friends, purpose, and meaning. May I fill this lacuna with memories, reflections, insight love, generosity, and renewed commitment to spending more of my life doing … Continue reading Growing Up In Kansas
Years back, angry note Re: taking handicap space Today we need it. ~Haiku by Michael When our granddaughter Madison was born (in San Diego, now just over 14 years ago, tempus fugit) we hurriedly parked our car in a handicapped space at the hospital. I don’t … Continue reading I Need That Space!
Hayride. Grandparents’ farm. Kansas. Fall. Hot? Maybe still, during the heat of day but cool, crisp-as-astringent this night. Smell of hay. Tractor, not horse, pulling. Going from farm to farm to farm. P/u kids. Yes, the fall air is sharp. A blanket welcome. Stars are huge all over the sky. City life in Wichita never … Continue reading Hayride
(This essay was originally published in my January, 2009 E-newsletter, during the recession. How easy it is to forget how scary those times were, how tenuous. Today, our world faces different challenges, as we always will. This has been slightly revised.) My first home was a barracks in Iowa, where Dad was going to … Continue reading Eating Sloppy Joe: Thriving In Difficult Times
My grandfather would be very disappointed in me, Grandma too. I’m pretty sure my wife realized she’d made a mistake not long into the marriage. My kids just laugh at me. Sometimes snidely I might add. There are a number of subjects the above paragraph might pertain to, but in this case, the topic is … Continue reading Gittin’ Things Fixed
Sometimes here at the Profound Bartender we try to have a little sense of humor once in a while, so for a scootch of fun we might stretch a story just a wee bit here and there... Does it irritate you as much as it does me when a waiter drops off your food and … Continue reading Enjoy!