A golden mug of turmeric, floats in gingered cranberry vessel Promises sleep Promises dreams Devoid of pain Just for tonight ©Nancilynn Saylor February 24 2017
Category: Memoir
Wish you were here…
I awakened after a night of restless dreams to a sweet text message from one of my late son Steve’s high school friends. He always adored Jo and they participated in theater arts together…he truly loved her for her beautiful heart. I have a some sweet special friendships with many of his friends from high […]
There’s a bad moon on the rise
Odd night on the deck. […]
The Final Frontier
It was 1957 and our whole family was crowded into our parents bedroom. We all crouched on the floor in front of the window, craning our necks as we searched the clear, dark winter night sky.Soon we saw it. It was a small fuzzy ball of light moving across the horizon- Sputnik, the recently launched […]
My dad’s birthday
My dad was born on January 8, 1923. He passed just a month before his 91st birthday. He liked spicy foods, reading good books and watching football or other sports, on television. I woke up this morning thinking of him and missing him. I spent my day making homemade Salsa and watching my favorite football […]
Winter weekend
Canning today A half case of tomatoes Homemade spaghetti sauce! Nancilynn Saylor January 2017 Spaghetti sauce
Remembrance
December is a hard month for me and my family. My siblings and I lost both parents during this month & my oldest sister lost her only son. I try to fill the days with thankfulness and Christmas joy but the truth is, a pervading sadness seeps through. I awoke this morning with thoughts of […]
“…To her place by the river”
Yesterday we learned that one of my “ultimate” poets, Leonard Cohen, had passed away. He had been part of my life for half a century. I read his poetry while I hung out in the library my junior and senior years of high school in the late 1960s. For some serendipitous occasion our lives crossed […]
gods as companions
gods as companionswe were never sostrongas a species…to hold up our endalone.Companions were sent:Wild flowersSpring breezesWaves…Nothing took hold- until arrivedIn our most lame moments,dogs.dogs like! Gilligan, he Of snaggled tooth and curly, beige hair!He, who wondered why I thought I was in charge-, When, clearly he knew differently.He stayed for seventeen years and herded me, […]
In a month’s time
I go again, soon … for dawn and dusk on the shoreline. insignificant to some, the Texas shore now my “ocean.” It’s not that I have not dipped toes into an authentic ocean, for I have; but the baggage that came with living in an ocean state was too weighty at the time. Texas! At […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 