The View From My Cup

My view is over the rim of a 1970s vintage green coffee cup, with a cream interior. I’m an unrepentant coffee drinker like my momma was. Mom used to share coffee with lady friends two or three days a week. This was not a pre-scheduled visit at Starbucks where they...

The view from my cup… When my son was born. I promised him everything good. I feel like I’ve made good on that promise. On social media, I call him Chef Boy ‘R Mine.  He’s the love of my life. A few years ago, he met the love of his life on match.com.  They married...

The view from my cup…sunlight peeking through my office window. The maple tree filters this morning’s bright sunlight. It would be peaceful too, were it not for the chorus of bluejays screeching nearby. Earlier I feed them peanuts in the shell while ‘that guy’ and I...

The view from my cup looks like infinity. Or reincarnation. I’m not going all Stephen Hawking here or channeling my inner Shirley McClain, but bear with me. While no one can prove or disprove reincarnation, I’m willing to give it more than a passing grade for one...

The view from my cup…a sign that brought back memories flooding back of my son when he was a little boy. One day, when we lived in Pennsylvania, his dad and I were discussing where to eat dinner. Duncan piped up from the back seat, “Bob three vans!” Ummm, what? He...

Maybe this isn’t the typical ‘Spring in the Garden’ photo but it speaks volumes for me. Dare I say it is fraught with symbolism? It’s a picture of the sunrise behind my old garage which I haven’t been able to see for years due to an overgrown privet shrub. Not exactly...