The Waiting Place…for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No…
Every once in a while we are granted a rare opportunity to escape the reality of our everyday. This past weekend I left the world of laundry and tantrums, carpools and playdates, and obligations and schedules. I stepped back into the carefree days of another lifetime – days of after-hour…
“I can’t. I can’t go on. It goes so fast. We don’t have time to look at one another. I didn’t realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed…Good-bye; good-bye, world; good-bye, Grovers Corners. . . Mama and papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking. . . and Mama’s…
After a busy few days of summer fun – a day at the beach with good friends, a visit with old work pals, a wedding, and a some time paddle-boating around the lake in Wisconsin, Monday has once again reared its ugly head. Fortunately, Monday means another Listicles with Stasha…
There’s no mistaking it – color and mood go hand in hand. Colors are influential on a social, cultural, and personal level, and my recent post in Urban Times talks about the impact that the “Color Jam” exhibit in downtown Chicago might have on passersby and workers in the Loop.…
The streetlight stood tall in the sparkling sunshine of midday. From dawn to dusk, passersby looked up, marveling at the effervescent blue sky and the wispy clouds, but never noticed the stark, utilitarian streetlight. The streetlight soared overhead with an unassuming confidence, knowing that come nighttime, its light would guide pedestrians and…