February 11, 2022

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The Hands of Time

(Written January 1, 2019, on Facebook): Visited with my cousin Laura today. Haven’t seen her in two years. She’s an artist, like me. And, she’s a Slifer. So it was a good day of talking and catching up and knowing our shared family traits and history. We Slifer’s seem to be attached to our sentimental things…our homes are filled with knick knacks and other items that tell the story of our lives. Like little markers left along a trail both...

“God-Winks” and The Thirteen Pairs of Cat Socks

Awhile back I was telling some little story to a friend and she said it was a “God-wink.” I liked that thought and it has stuck with me. Winks are small, quick and very personal signs of affection or secret-sharing. I seem to find at least one personal “God-wink” on most days…and some days might be filled with quite a few. But maybe I’m just looking for them, I don’t know… I did think there was a funny one that...

POETRY SLAMS from Broken People in this Broken World

po·et·ry slam noun a competition using elimination rounds for the reading or performance of poetry. __________ I suppose this is a two-blog-post kind of Saturday. Will keep this rather short with my thoughts… Several years ago a friend sent me this link to a young woman reading a poetical expression concerning her depression and anxiety. I must say, her expression and especially, her delivery, lacks proper words that might convey my high applause of this piece. While everyone’s unseen battles...