On the Rocks of Patience
I collected the rocks, walking over thousands, picking up ones I thought might make the best creation.
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Susan Dromey Heeter is a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go au natural white. Writing has been her passion since her English majoring days at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. Dromey Heeter has lived in The Netherlands, Alaska and currently basks in all things New England, including the frigid winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is to bring back body surfing as most children have no idea how to ride waves without ridiculous boogie boards.
I collected the rocks, walking over thousands, picking up ones I thought might make the best creation.
At the Dover Library Book Sale, I put my confidence in those who orchestrated this yearly event, who sorted through books and media and created the oh so wonderful and oh so uncertain: Grab Bag.
As more and more of us spend time inside, commuting from our bedrooms to our laptops, I muse joyfully on household trips, vacations and holidays that can transform our lives to jet-setting hotspots, exciting adventures, glorious travels.
Today I muse joyfully on pogoing, on jumping up and down, on counting, on owning not one but four pogo sticks.
An old boyfriend from college was next to my daughter’s fourth birthday party, my sister smiled in her wedding dress from 1994.
Unprecedented is a word that is used often lately – unprecedented pandemic, unprecedented wildfires, unprecedented politics. But today I muse joyfully on unprecedented kindness.
In a world where everything seems so deadly serious, we desperately need a little levity, a little hope, a little lightness of spirit.
“Slacks” are still labeled for the pants’ section of the Salvation Army Thrift Store. Slacks.
Wear your bathing suit and pack your Superman towel and get out of Dodge, escape from a world of Covid and politics and move into a place where cities look small, where clouds are within reach, where the 17 year old girls in the backseat of the Cessna dance to Tik Tok and eat Pringles.
Today I muse joyfully on sibling shorthand, on those phrases recognized by those who once shared a household, those brothers and sisters who need no explanation, who get it from the start.