Author Archives: Sandra Jude
Words for a Sleeping Man
Lying here, long legs entwined, fingers laced, I listen to him breathe, my mind spinning with what I want to say , to ask, not daring to voice the words. Words need to be chosen carefully; we are both cautious, … Continue reading
Vehicular Homily
The other day, while spending time at the garage, waiting for a friend’s truck to be repaired, memories of ghosts of vehicles past and the hours spent in a mechanic’s waiting room came drifting into my mind. The earliest experience … Continue reading
Hands Down
I watch your fingers fly over the keys, creating, pausing, changing, laughing, teaching, always with care and purpose. Your hands, so strong; corded tendons, moving to cut, hold, fasten, build, lift, place the objects we have imagined and then made … Continue reading
Restraints
All my life I have had to hold back feelings, actions, thoughts for fear of driving away those I wished were closer. These still waters run deep, more deeply than most will ever know. I’ve been slow to open up, … Continue reading
Rediscovering Shep
So, another instance of moving forward by going back — finding not just a memory, but an entire decade of memories, the ’60s, a decade which many of my contemporaries claim to not be able to recall, perhaps due to … Continue reading
Better Living Through Chemistry
Several months ago I celebrated a special anniversary: six years as an ovarian cancer survivor. While I do not proclaim this accomplishment with glowing neon signs and parades, nevertheless I do, within my deepest heart and blood, rejoice with the … Continue reading
Bra-vo
Today I decided to venture where I have not gone in some time, the lingerie department at Beall’s, in search of a few necessary items of the intimate kind, namely bras. In a previous piece called “Shopping Trip”, I outlined … Continue reading
Eel Fishing with Two Dutchmen
When I was little, I would say maybe 6- 7 -8 years old, my father used to take me fishing with him. My brother was still too little to go, so my father would take me with him, and we’d … Continue reading
THOUGHTS ON CHRISTMAS
I hear you. So much of what Christmas means to me is the memories of my family, so much of which altered forever after my mother died. Our little broken family limped along that first December, just going through the … Continue reading
Major Dude
Major Dude I hope that you won’t think it rude If I call you my “Major Dude.” We’ve been together for a while And every day you make me smile, And cringe, and criticize, and fuss And argue, compromise and … Continue reading