January 9, 2019

       

           Bookmarks are interesting things. They come in myriad shapes, sizes and materials. They’re often given as gifts for avid readers, but most of us lose them or they aren’t the right size. To me, the metal or plastic ones with a clip or a...

September 16, 2018

Will someone, please, open this box and tell me, am I a writer or not?

            I enjoy fiction that stimulates my knowledge and imagination. I like having strange words, ideas and concepts bouncing around in my head. The word “quantum” is one example....

August 28, 2017

          The small swimming pool sits quiescent in the sunlight. Occasional clouds wander overhead. Light breezes attempt to wave away the heat. Shadows waver and darken the water while the accumulated detritus of a week away fr...

August 18, 2017

        

A morning walk for two along the edge of the sea

Talking and taking pictures

Scanning the pleasing vista

A casual glance down, and suddenly the usual is amazingly unusual

One single cheerio on the sand near the advancing waves

My first thought

How...

July 14, 2017

Fixing a problem is intensely satisfying, a feeling of power, intelligence and pure joy. Recently, I tackled a stubbornly immovable rebar stuck in the ground with about a foot poking up, threatening to trip and impale unsuspecting grandchildren and absentminded grandma...

October 10, 2016

Star Trek fan or not, these words are now a part of our cultural heritage. Sometime ago, I was struck by the idea that the final frontier may not be outer space, but inner space instead. The depths of the human mind, spirit and heart contain a universe as vast as the o...

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About the Writer

 

          The title of this blog refers to the way my mind works. Thoughts and ideas are always “…jumping around like fleas on a hot griddle.” That’s how my eighth grade Latin teacher, Mrs. Bradham, described our early teen brains.

            I never grew out of that. This is a collection of those fleas still jumping around in my head.

            I’m a retired public school teacher and ex-counselor, proud to have made it to Medicare, a life-long resident of South Carolina. I now fill my days writing, working in the yard, building shelves (I love to organize.), and thoroughly enjoying every minute. As a friend of a friend said, “Every day is Saturday night.”