Icons and Symbols

Here’s what I found in mine.  What did you find in yours? Stick-on Googly Eyes Five screw drivers, but never the one I am looking

I recently discovered what I should have always known.  My feet are faithfully waiting to take me onward.  They keep going. I believe feet are

We all have our icons of childhood–special objects or places that epitomize what it meant to be a kid.  Here’s one of mine, and I’d

is angry.

It’s part of your routine, I suspect, those frequent trips to the grocery store.  But though routine, only you visit the grocery store in your

That old hat turned up on the bus driver’s head on the same day he slammed his fist into the fat lady’s briefcase.  I’ve seen

It’s that time of year.  Thoughts may turn to school supplies, the end of freedom, the return of friends you haven’t seen.  This time of

These days you’ll find it very common to sit in your family room, watching TV while you have your computer or tablet open on your

In the movie, “Patton,” George C. Scott speaks these words about war, “God help me; I love it so.” I am not a war promoter,

I stand in front of the window.  It has been painted so many times that I can’t get it open.  But tonight I try.  I