Dr. Hannah Thuku Kolehmainen As I pulled up the bumpy side-road around 7.18 pm, I could see him looking up and down the road nervously. He waved enthusiastically and hurried up to me after I pulled up, shovel in his gloved right hand. “Well hi!” he greeted happily. He hurriedly took off his glove to shake my hand after he opened …
I dread his calls. My friend Josh is an older gentleman who lives alone in a meticulous house. He is a great guy but overly congenial. He is as set as cement in his ways and worships orderliness. He has a magnificent garden and enjoys sharing plants. I ran into him the other day and …
I stumbled upon this little mushroom growing parallel to the ground. Guess he decided he was not going to go the way of his heritage but try out a different path. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/heritage/
Careful now! I cautiously stick my big toe into the shower to test the temperature. Too cold. I jerk my faithful harbinger out and turn the knob counterclockwise ever so slightly. The second testing proves only tepid. I turn it up again and inch my way into the stall, I unwittingly touch the cold wall and breathe …
It inspires deep praise to consider the ways that you impact each phase of my life, this maze. I can’t help but gaze as you work through the haze when all’s up in the blaze that is life nowadays. constant love you rephrase feeding sparrows and jays on your sweet grace I graze you daze…, you amaze. …
I was bent over, harvesting asparagus yesterday when my sweet neighbor walked up to the fence and chuckled, “So… you might want to shut your windows tonight. We have a stallion visiting for a couple of weeks.” I laughed, gave her a “wink, wink” and made small talk. Well, I am not laughing or winking …
I belong to the Kikuyu tribe which is notorious for many things. Among it’s highlights is what Kenyans used to call shrubbing. Shrubbing is taking English words and Kikuyunizing them (or converting them so they contain distinct traits of a tribal language.) It is no fault of mine that I frequently say “clazy”. It’s one of …
My sweet Paul was very articulate at a young age. When he was three, Nana took him to her house for a weekend. He loved her cabin in the woods and came home full of stories of his imaginary friend, Ima McGack. He also had frequent encounters with his pet zebra and the zebra’s dolphin …
So yellow the yellowness So black the polka dots So green the mowed lawn One beetle per blossom Each six bright spots. I was struck by the sunny dandelions in the lawn and stooped to admire their delicate unfurling petals. Nestled in the first one was a pretty ladybug. I looked at another, and another, and each one …
My mother raised five girls, God love her. Towards the end of her life, all five of us snollygosters were regularly cracking up at her fashion sense. An ounce of wisdom shared among us would have warned that things were falling apart and that our lives were about to unravel with the ending of hers. But no, …