by Priscilla H Wilson | Oct 19, 2017 | Aging, Death, Faith, Family, Writing
It occurred to me recently that we all live on one small blue marble traveling through the space of the universe. Some days I forget that fact and think I’m just located in Prairie Village Kansas. Not! Who was the writer a few years ago who explained our impact...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Aug 31, 2017 | Aging, Writing
I sit at 31,000 ft. looking out the window of a Boeing 737 aircraft. All I see are wisps of white cloud patches miles below me. Their scalloped puffy surfaces look like welcome mats to bounce across. We’re flying home after two weeks of watching a perpetually changing...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Jun 22, 2017 | Aging, Birding, Photography, Travel, Writing
An afternoon appointment in Lawrence means a time to do some exploring on the way there. Black Hoof Park has been mentioned as an interesting spot. Exploring on the internet, I discover where this park is. My internet hunt leads me to the west end of...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Dec 16, 2016 | Aging, Birding, Death, Faith, Family, Photography, Travel, Writing
As an author, I experience that one of the hardest moments of working on a book is deciding the title. Maybe that comes easily for some folks, but I always struggle with that task. Several years before his death, Rodney Wilson began work on his life story. Many bits...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Oct 27, 2016 | Aging, Family, Travel, Writing
Smokey Mountain fall foliage drenched our honeymoon with stunning colors sixty-four years ago. Yesterday, baffling images swirled around me as I celebrated this anniversary without my partner. Five years of dates before uttering those famous words, “I do”...
by Priscilla H Wilson | Apr 4, 2016 | Aging, Birding, Photography, Writing
Rodney and I spent many years together exclaiming every year, “Spring is my favorite time of the year.” Now I look out my apartment window at the glories of my fourth spring at Claridge Court and think once again how much he would love it here....