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On Chasing Rainbows

»Posted by on Apr 29, 2012 in Tomi's Blog | 0 comments

On Chasing Rainbows

On Chasing Rainbows: “What is it like to die?” I was in a hurry to reach my nearby home. Dripping-wet clothes clung to my skin and I longed to sip a cup of steaming tea that guaranteed to warm me from the inside out. Instead I stopped when I heard a child. “What?” I asked as I bent at my knees to look directly at the wide-eyed boy. I guessed his age to be about eight. He was standing in a rather large rain puddle, a residual of a Colorado summer shower. Wearing a yellow rain jacket with the hood framing his face, he gazed directly at me. A woman watched from a picnic table a short distance away. Her umbrella remained open as it dried. I often took a shortcut through this park on my daily walks, but I did not know the child or...

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On Split-Second Decisions and Red-Light Tickets

»Posted by on Feb 27, 2012 in Tomi's Blog | 0 comments

On Split-Second Decisions and Red-Light Tickets

On Split-Second Decisions and Red-Light Tickets: “Smile. You’re on camera.” My husband shouted. I glimpsed up into Robert’s face as he entered our condo foyer.”Me smile?” I asked. “Then why are you frowning?” “The red-light camera flashed before my eyes.” I gulped. “Anyone hurt?” With slumped shoulders, he walked nearer to me. “My pride. I didn’t see the red.” “You drive – -.” I stopped mid sentence and clamped my mouth shut. But my thought persisted. You drive too fast. You drive too fast . . . until I looked into Robert’s puppy dog brown eyes. After forcing a scant smile, I shrugged, “Oh well – – I deserve far more tickets than I...

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On Tomorrows

»Posted by on Dec 31, 2011 in Tomi's Blog | 0 comments

On Tomorrows

On Tomorrows: The past few weeks brought to me happy days and terrifying days. And in the process, I was reminded not to take tomorrow for granted. I’ll begin with November 29. The sky was clear, the sun was bright and the rushing crowd was tolerable. The holiday decorations decked the buildings and music filled the air. I strutted two steps ahead of my husband, Robert, down Main Street, USA, Disneyland. Our destination—Fantasyland. Robert understands that while I am at Disneyland, I become a child disguised as a grown-up. And that It’s a Small World is my favorite ride. (Note: It is not Robert’s choice ride, but he’s a good sport.) After posing for a photo in front of the Fantasyland castle, Robert and I meandered through the...

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On Trinkets and Treasures

»Posted by on Nov 8, 2011 in Tomi's Blog | 0 comments

On Trinkets and Treasures

On Trinkets and Treasures: Rejection haunts CiCi. Still she dresses with pizzazz. And before dawn she stands facing her dresser, rummaging through a jewelry box—in search of a brass pendulum necklace. It is Monday; the day CiCi routinely travels from Southern to Northern California. A shuttle driver is expected, any minute, to take her to the airport. Everything, including her roller bag, is ready to go—everything except CiCi. Her stiff fingers untangle a hodgepodge of chains and gaudy necklaces. The pendulum is gone. Did I pack it? She wonders. Upon hearing a vehicle drive up to her house; she grabs a silver piece, and with shaky hands clasps the clunky chain around her neck. Pausing, she gazes at her reflection in the dresser mirror. HD resolution-like...

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On Remembering

»Posted by on Sep 11, 2011 in Tomi's Blog | 0 comments

On Remembering

On Remembering: Wish you could remember exact dates? Like your in-law’s anniversary or a friend’s birthday? I do. But there are some dates, I shall never forget. One occurred this past summer in New York City. It was July 30, 2011. That was the date fourteen of the wide-eyed Leslie clan: our three children, three in-law children; six grandchildren; my husband and I arrived in Times Square. We visited historical sites; such as the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island; saw Broadway plays; hung out in Central Park, and played our made-up family version of the Amazing Race game. Leslie teams rushed along busy streets; entered and exited sultry subways, finding clues along the way: Our objective was to finish the race, first. All the while, American freedom...

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