Don’t Be Afraid To Cry

A large room with a window
Could have been a bedroom
Floor cluttered with shirts
New, men’s sport shirts
With designer logos
On left, chest pockets
Logos, of a Southwest
Native American talisman
Slow parade of unfamiliar
Men, of all persuasions
Came and went
Helped themselves
To expensive garments
From the window
My father’s face–reflected
Disappointment, sadness



Rained before dawn

It’s happened before

And, will happen again

Children wrote

Screaming letters

On flaming blackboards

With squeaky chalk

What a crazy dream!

Another busy Saturday

Yogurt samples everywhere

Not that I didn’t like yogurt

Freebies before

School term started

Great day for people watching

Parents, with kids in tow

Amazing–a parking place

Right in front of the store

Hidden between rows

Of five-gallon cans

Of pork and beans

I got what I came for

Dog treats and cheese





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A “For Sale” ad posted on the wall near the entrance of a local supermarket–except it wasn’t real.  It was in my dream early this morning.

The star of my dream was Emily, a character in Haverty’s furniture commercials.  Emily and Ned are newlyweds.  Somehow, they miraculously raised a family in a very short time frame.

My conversation with Emily started this way.  “The Green Mountains–are you familiar with them?”

“No–I’ve never heard of the Green Mountains,”  Emily answered.

“They’re in Vermont, I replied–dropping a hint.  “Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Haven’t you heard of Ethan Allen and the Green Mountain Boys during the Revolutionary War?” I asked–getting frustrated.

Emily didn’t have an answer–appeared bored with my line of questioning.

“You surely have heard of Ethan Allen furniture–haven’t you?”

“Well–yes I have,”  Emily answered.  Ned, who had been quiet up to this point–nodded in agreement.

“It’s named after the same guy,”  I answered–breathed a sigh of relief.

Back to the real question–“Why are you selling your blog?”  I asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Ok–I just don’t need it anymore.  It’s cluttering up the house.  I’m much too busy these days,” Emily answered.

I liked Emily.  Once she made up her mind–that was the way things were going to be.

What in the world was “Smile School?”  It was too late to ask.




Too much of everything

For an insomniac at 3 AM

Every tick of the clock

Every house creak and crack

Amplified one hundred times over

Bizarre thoughts reigned supreme

Imaginary shadow puppets

From cast light reflections

Led parade marches through

Silhouetted towns and villages

One half of the world gone mad

While the other half–slept

With one eye opened


pope francis

The last time, it was Bob Dole, that crashed my dreams.  This morning, Pope Francis was there.  Along with some of the higher ranking cardinals on his staff.  I’m not Catholic, so I’m not versed in church hierarchy.

Right before, I woke up–they were in my bedroom; standing beside my bed, talking.  A flock (word choice?) of eight or nine cardinals, found room to mill about and chat.  My bedroom isn’t small, but it isn’t conference room size, either.

The group ran out of topics to discuss, made their way to the door.  It was a lot like, parishioners, departing, after regular Sunday Mass; complimenting the Good Father, for meaningful words, and wishing him well.

It was departing words, between Pope Francis, and his most-trusted staff member–that I found most compelling.  Right before exiting–Pope Frances, gave him a hug and said, “I love you. ”  The Cardinal answered–without hesitation, “I love you, too–Brother.”

Many people have no concept of what the word “love” really means.  The powerful four-letter word, pulsed through my body, like an electric shock.  No further explanation was needed.

At that moment, I knew Pope Francis’s words, were honest, genuine–from the heart.  I answered back, “I love you–Brother,” and meant every word.