Lately I have been reminiscing about years gone by. Things that impressed me as a child. It is interesting as an adult to look back and think of the things that once impressed me and consider why. Violins, I grew up in the age of the synthesizer, when the music you heard on the radio could have had all the instruments in it done by a synthesizer. ( Read more... )

Today I wandered over to the Tale of Tales website, a game creation company that creates games that are more artistically based then other games generally are. They basically claim to create games that are not games. I have followed their work for awhile now, tring out their games when new ones come along. This year they closed down their regular ( Read more... )

Today feels odd, I read a friend's daily poem and get that strange feeling of nostalgia, a strange floating between reality and times gone by. Often I find myself daydreaming, lost to the things around me ( Read more... )

A friend of mine posted recently on her facebook page "Saw my first lightning bug of the season tonight! Summer is officially here..." and it made me think of the past few days ( Read more... )

So lately I have had "Fiona's Lullaby" stuck in my head, it is a song from the movie The Secret of Roan Inish. Finally today I broke down and looked it up on You Tube just to hear the actual music again. The song took me back to my teens, and found me looking up the other songs that are on the soundtrack. I found myself listening to the reel and ( Read more... )

One thing that I remember clearly about my childhood were my mother's arms and hands. I remember that they were always there, lean and lightly toned with the exercise that comes from being a mother. My mother used those arms and hands to do so many good things, not just for us her children, but also for other people in her life. My mother has ( Read more... )

This time of year makes me think of migration. Or rather migrating birds. I remember watching a nature show on migrating birds and hearing the quote, "Migration is the promise to return." And it seems that it is true. Every year birds fly North and South from cold to warm, from feeding grounds to mating grounds ( Read more... )

I remember the day Tess came to us. My parents had gone out to visit someone, and I was the designated babysitter. When they came home they brought in with them a tiny little red and black puppy, who cowered under the table as Cody, our rough sable and white collie, tried to check her out ( Read more... )

Have been reading a book called "A Girl Named Zippy" which is basically the memoir of a woman who lived in a little town in Indiana. The book is about her childhood and is quite interesting. The chapters I have read so far make me want to write a few things about my own childhood.

( Memories of my childhood )

( Not Waving But Drowning )