Today I got my hair colored and styled. It's been over a year since I had my hair colored and/or cut, so this was a treat. I keep looking at myself in the mirror and wondering who this young, stylish woman is who seems vaguely familiar but strangely different. My husband pronounced that I looked like Edith Bunker from "All in the Family" and I had to agree with him until I combed it out. Now I look less like my mother and more like somebody my age.
A fellow writer friend of mine, Joyce Herndon Lackey, recently passed away. She wrote a wonderful book, "Ghosts On Buffalo Creek" among numerous other works. "The disaster on Buffalo Creek was as horrific as any mining disaster the coalfields had ever experienced – 125 people killed, 4000 left homeless, 16 communities completely or partially destroyed."(Mimi Pickering) Joyce Lackey picked up the voices of women who may have lived on Buffalo Creek and described the horror of the disaster, as well as demonstrating their strong will to survive and resilience in the face of unthinkable loss.
Joy and I were supposed to meet up a couple of months ago for a drink and some lunch. I was wallowing in my depression and couldn't bring myself to subject anyone outside of my family to my foul mood, so I declined at the last minute. It would have been the last time I'd have seen her. I can still hear her voice, laughing, always tuned in to whatever was going on and expressing her opinions (which were usually colorful and interesting). The world is a darker place without Joy Lackey.
I catch myself looking in the mirror again. I think Joy would've liked my hair.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Today Is A Better Day
As if in response to my blog post of yesterday, Nature blessed us with a strikingly blue sky as far as the eye can see. My mood is much improved after a great night's sleep on a new pillow. It's the little things that mean the most in my world. And it's 4:47 in the afternoon and we still have sunshine! How about that?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Today Is A Good Day
We don't often get blue skies in my neck of the woods, Plantation, West Virginia. Oh, there are a few in the spring, but autumn is when West Virginia's in her glory. The deciduous trees show off their fancy new clothes, brilliant golds and reds against the perpetual green of the evergreens. The rest of the year -- again, where I live -- the sky is a dismal white. There's a song that captures this phenomenon called "You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive."
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'
And the sun goes down about three in the day
That's what it's like, living in a hollow (or "holler" as many say). But today we have a chilly blue sky decorated with wispy white clouds -- more clouds than blue sky, but I'm not picky. Soon enough the skies will be bleak and grey or white and the trees barren of leaves. And the sun won't even come up; it'll be hidden behind the clouds those precious five hours a day.
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'
And the sun goes down about three in the day
That's what it's like, living in a hollow (or "holler" as many say). But today we have a chilly blue sky decorated with wispy white clouds -- more clouds than blue sky, but I'm not picky. Soon enough the skies will be bleak and grey or white and the trees barren of leaves. And the sun won't even come up; it'll be hidden behind the clouds those precious five hours a day.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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