Tag Archives: Cloudeight Essays

Easter at Eleven

Easter at Eleven Raindrops, a yellow tulip, a white carnation and a new blazer. I was eleven-years-old on that Easter Sunday – all those years ago. I remember it all so well. My mom had died the autumn previous and I felt rather alone in the world – although I shouldn’t have. My grandparents, as… Read More »

Making the World a Better Place

Making the World a Better Place When I was in high school and later, college, my friends and I all thought the establishment consisted of a bunch of rich, old, gray-haired men who sat upon velvet thrones and decreed idiotic and senseless decrees to the all us peons in the world. We were not going… Read More »

On Crocuses and Life

On Crocuses and Life I don’t have much of a life, I guess. I’ve been waiting all winter to see some form of life spring forth from the cold, almost-still-frozen earth. Normally, the first things to spring forth are the crocuses, and most years these hearty little flowers start poking their heads up through the… Read More »

Waiting, Worrying, Savoring

Waiting, Worrying, Savoring As I looked out my living room window this morning, my first reaction was disappointment and dismay. Another morning, another snowy landscape, another hour of clearing snow from the driveway and sidewalk. It’s February, I’m in the Great Lakes region of the USA, so I shouldn’t be surprised. I looked at the… Read More »