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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

Isidro’s Art Show, May 17, 2025 for Cellpic Sunday

Photos from Isidro Xilonzóchitl’s Birthday show at the La Ribera Center for Culture and the Arts that opened today, May 17, 2025

This morning I received word that the fourth book Isidro and I have collaborated on was a finalist for the Next Generation Indie Book Awards. (I write the story and he illustrates.) This afternoon, I went to his birthday exhibition at the La Ribera Center for Culture and the Arts.

For Cellpic Sunday

Here is a link to a week’s vacation Isidro, Kristina Trejo and I took at the beach earllier this year.  Isidro’s self portrait with Kristina shown above  that was on view in today’s show was done during that trip! Today, Kristina kept busy playing the piano for Isidro’s show.

Between the Lines for One Word Sunday

 

For Debbie’s Ond Word Sunday’s Lines Prompt

What Ever Happened to Bobby Jerry? For Six Word Saturday

I was going through my computer erasing duplicate files and found about 12 copies of this  letter my four year old sister Patti sent to my mother when she was in the hospital after having me. She dictated the letter to my 11 year old sister. A bit of a puzzle because she says she celebrated her birthday the day before so it must have been July 10 when she wrote it and I was born on July 3. Did they keep new mothers in the hospital for a week after delivery back then? At any rate, I love these lines, especially “I am glad I have a baby brother. I want to name it Bobby Jerry. Not Hazel! I don’t like that! (She had heard my dad say jokingly that if they had a girl, he wanted to name her Hazel.  Patti insisted I was a boy right up to the day they brought me home.

I also like the lines, “Oh, bumble bees is on flower to flower today,” and “a rose is getting purty good today.I am getting purty good today!”

I’m just surprised at the handwriting as Betty Jo, who wrote it for her, had immaculate handwriting by the time she was in high school.  I wonder if she wrote it in the car on the way to the hospital to pick my mom and me up. The nearest hospital was 60 miles from where we lived.

I can’t find a photo of Patti when she was four, but here we are when I was five or six and she was nine or ten. 

And, the plot thickens, for  70 year later, when I flew to St. Louis to visit Forgottenman, he met me at the airport with this sign!

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Last Straw for SOCS, May 17, 2025

 


Last Straw

I’d make conversation but my upper plate
seems to be grinding my lower of late.
I fear there’s a fissure that’s preventing their matching
and somehow my back teeth just seem to be catching
and locking which creates a problem in chewing,
so eating’s another thing I won’t be doing.

I’m bungling everything done by my jaws.
At talking and eating I’m taking a pause.
For now I’ll just listen and watch you eat pie.
If you give me a straw, I’ll simply get by
by sipping my tea and nodding my head
in avid agreement with everything said.

I could have stayed home and stared at the wall,
but I couldn’t face not seeing y’all,
so I will just sit here and soak in the news,
forsaking my own chance to thrill and amuse.
Until I’ve seen my dentist, you’ll just have to wait
for the juicy story I was going to relate!

The SOCS prompt this week is “straw.”

Does the U.S. Need to Establish a Magna Carta????

From Heather Cox Richardson via Letters from an American

Today the story broke that a long-neglected document held by Harvard University Law School, believed to be a cheap copy of the Magna Carta, is in fact the real document. More than 700 years ago, the Magna Carta, or Great Charter, established the concept that kings must answer to the law. (If you wonder what relevance this has to the America of today, please be sure to read the last two paragraphs, printed in bold at the end of this post)

King John of England and a group of rebel barons agreed to the terms of the document on June 15, 1215, at Runnymede, a meadow a little less than an hour from London near the River Thames. After the king had raised taxes, barons rebelled, insisting that he was violating established custom. There were rumors of a plot to murder the king, and the barons armed themselves.

Those two armed camps met at Runnymede, where negotiators for the king and the barons hammered out a document with 63 clauses, mostly relating to feudal customs and the way the justice system would operate. But the document also began to articulate the principles central to modern democracies. The Magna Carta established the writ of habeas corpus—a prohibition on unlawful imprisonment—and the concept of the right to trial by jury.

Famously, it put into writing that: “No free man shall be seized, imprisoned, dispossessed, outlawed, exiled or ruined in any way, nor in any way proceeded against, except by the lawful judgement of his peers and the law of the land.” It also provided that “To no one will we sell, to no one will we deny or delay right or justice.”

The Magna Carta placed limits on the king’s ability to tax his subjects and established the law as an authority apart from the king. Anticipating the idea of checks and balances, it set up a council of barons to make sure the king obeyed the charter. If he did not, they could seize his lands and castles until he made amends. 


For Fibbing Friday, May 16, 2025

For Fibbing Friday, the task at hand is:

1. What is pilau rice?  One grain of your rice
2. What are eggs benedict? Why ask him? I can tell you that they are items laid by chickens to produce more chickens or omelettes.
3. What is a souffle? A slight altercation
4. What is baked Alaska?  Summer in Juneau
5. What is crème brulee? Coffee served with dairy and a flower necklace.
6. What is a victoria sponge? An English birth control device
7. What is a raspberry roulade? Something that helps one set up regulations for Driscoll’s.
8. What is cannoli ? A small canister
9. What is kamaboko?  A security/surveillance system in a library
10. What are sweetbreads? Humans genetically engineered to have kind dispositions.

 

“Barstool Bombast” May 15, 2025

Curling her palms around her usual potion, Robin tried to seal her ears to the bombastic recitations of the exploits of the geriatric uni-cyclist seated on a barstool to her right. Friday afternoon club was less fun in one’s seventies.

The words for “Can You Tell A Story In––” are: Curl, Potion, Robin, Uni–cycle and Bombast, and the word limit is 40 words:

“Tell Me A Story” (New Prompt. Please Participate!!)

I drove up the hill to my house following this pickup. I was so tempted to follow it to its destination to ask what its story was. Now I’m sorry I didn’t. Can you furnish a story for me? HERE is the pingback to include with your post to make sure we all see it.. 

Every Wednesday, I will publish a photo. Please publish a poem or short story inspired by the photo and link to this blog in the comments. 

I loved this song that came out the year I turned 6 years old.  Seems to still be having an effect.

Two Lives for The Word Garden Blog Prompt, May 14, 2025

    Two Lives

My childhood dollhouse was a helium balloon,
caught in a tornado with a flock of flying squirrels,
equal novices in these midnight adventures
soaring out into the world away from horses,
wheat fields, henhouses and unpaved roads.

Escape was a constant theme in that jumprope, hopscotch life
where costumes were for Halloween and dreams kept silent under wigs.
Sailing rainwater rivers down deep ditches,
wearing vestigial vernix as protection against inevitable dunkings,
my uncle’s porkpie hat my umbraculum against hot prairie skies.

The only exit from that world I escaped in time was too often an ossuary:
tunafish Catholics buried under Papal supervision in one part of the cemetery,
Methodists in another, lily-white in their observance of the rules:
Sunday morning church a prerequisite for Saturday night dances.
Jazz nights under covers, Jesus Loves me in the light of day.

Inner tube boats traded for planes and ocean liners,
orange juice traded for absinthe, I sailed and flew into the world.
Using my first world as a grounding place,
I seized chance’s fortune as well as its mistakes––
to venture out and earn a life.

For this prompt, we were  to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in a new, original poem of our own. I used all 20!!!
absinthe
costumes
dollhouse
flock
flying squirrel(s)
helium
henhouse
horse
jazz
jump rope
lily
ossuary
Papal
porkpie hat
rainwater
tornado
tuna fish
umbraculum
vernix
wig

 

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Matin

Matin

What kind of a world
does a bird feel itself a part of
that prods it to such a joyous song
in celebration of her beauties?

Sun barely risen,
air crisp and cool,
not a breath of air stirs the
vibrant golden hibiscus
to cause the fall
of one palm-sized petal
onto the dew-damp grass below.

No clouds obscure
one puff of steam
rising from the distant volcano
that peeks over the
hills above the lake––
not one ripple on its calm surface.

I lie on my bed,
apart from this still morning,
making lists––

only a glimpse
of that bird’s world
on view through my window’s parted curtain,
as I listen to this constant oration
of its joy over being born
into this world.

I somehow in the editing erased the prompt for this poem and I can’t for the life of me remember what it was. If it strikes a chord with you and you think you know of a prompt it might have been written for, please put a link in comments. I am definitely losing it, folks!!!