bumps that once left bruises now leave dreadful marks- No longer invincible. ©Nancilynn Saylor, 14 March 2017 (A brush with a door frame tonight)
Category: Memories are made of this
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 […]
Weekend winding down
Today there were highs and lowsI went to see a high school musical this afternoon. My eldest son Steve was a theatre arts person in school and was very good at it. We spent lots of time over four years watching as the students learned their craft and bloomed on stage. Today, one of his […]
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 […]
Inhale- exhale breaths Dawn breaks on beach Waves- sand birds all rush to shore Nancilynn Saylor 2016 On the Texas Coast
Nancilynn is Writing again 