The four seasons in Michigan are sometimes referred to as Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter and Road Construction, aka Orange Barrel Season. However, when it comes to seasons changing, the date on the calendar is largely irrelevant.
Author: Patricia
For the Love of Chika
If you’re from Michigan, you know who Mitch Albom is. The same way you know Bob Seger, Vernors and how to pronounce Mackinac. Think Mitch, and a progression of thoughts come without trying. Freep. Sports. Columns. Morrie. Inevitably, Tuesdays with Morrie.
A softer place to land
I don’t know Amy Young but I feel like I know her heart. I recognized it years ago when I read An open letter to pastors {A non-mom speaks about Mother’s Day}. It is one of the most inclusive, grace-filled places to land on Mother’s Day. The subsequent letters, comments and resources provide a patchwork… Continue reading A softer place to land
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo *
Every spring this tree near my mom's house flashes its dazzling duality for all to see. I suspect the white was grafted onto the pink at some point and since I’m no genus genius, I arbitrarily call most pink flowering trees cherry blossom and most white flowering trees apple blossom. Maybe that makes this a… Continue reading And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo *
Theory of Multiplication
When Harry Potter entered Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in search of a horcrux, he found the vault under a “gemino curse” that multiplied everything he and others touched. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwGAn6UYXYI I purposely walked back into an old vault recently. No gold, but a lot of memories that seemed to multiply just as quickly. My “vault” was a… Continue reading Theory of Multiplication
Good Grief
It was always cute when Charlie Brown said it. Albeit in an exasperated sort of way. Maybe Lucy had just snatched the football away again. Perhaps Snoopy had taken on his Joe Cool alter ego. But whenever Charlie Brown was fed up, disgruntled or had it up to here (which, for him, is the curly… Continue reading Good Grief
Cravings
Welcome to Five Minute Friday. A group of writers, five minutes, one writing prompt, zero editing. Just write. Join us! Today’s prompt: [Way long. Lightly edited. Please forgive.] It’s probably my mindset but the word “crave” takes me straight to pregnancy. As in the stories we hear (or maybe experience) of 3 a.m. cravings for… Continue reading Cravings
Electing to heal my heart
This. Week. OOOOPH. I cannot remember a crazier roller coaster ride in a very long time. Such hopeful highs and such crushing lows. Perhaps the election results thrilled you, left you in despair, or had little impact at all. For me - it has been a week. A year. An 18 months. Watching the results… Continue reading Electing to heal my heart
Journey
Welcome to Five Minute Friday. A group of writers, five minutes, one writing prompt, zero editing. Just write. Join us! Today’s prompt: I’d love to say that my first thoughts took me to the higher, more philosophical road. The journey I’m on, the journey on which God is leading me, the journey we all share… Continue reading Journey
Thanks, grief.
Thanks, grief. Those are not my words. Although the sarcasm with which the writer shared them makes me half-laugh, half-snort with a thinned-out familiarity. A diluted sense of knowing what he means, which is not at all the same as saying that I know how he feels. Thanks, grief. Those words were written by a… Continue reading Thanks, grief.
Patricia Alderman 