From the Riverbank

  • On gratitude and a turkey sandwich

    On gratitude and a turkey sandwich

    It will never cease to amaze me how one day I can be nestled in the armpit of hell, and then the next morning as I watch the sun rise my heart is filled with gratitude and I know all is well. This past weekend was a bit tough. I didn’t really think Thanksgiving was…

  • Frozen fingers and a lunar eclipse…

    Frozen fingers and a lunar eclipse…

    Photographers can be a bit crazy, often going to extremes to capture that perfect image. I have a friend who regularly takes his camera to the depths of the ocean, bringing back beautiful photographs of the creatures of the sea. My father was a photographer, among his many other skills, but he took very different…

  • On tattoos and COVID-19 isolation

    On tattoos and COVID-19 isolation

    In case you hadn’t noticed, we are still in the throes of a global pandemic. I began teleworking at the beginning of COVID-19 isolation, and am still working from home on a part-time basis some 20 months later. COVID-19 is a terrible virus and has altered our reality to a new version of normal. Talk…

  • On the Occasion of My 64th Birthday…

    On the Occasion of My 64th Birthday…

    A favorite quote of mine, from some anonymous source, goes like this: “We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing.” I haven’t felt so much like playing lately; this emotional rollercoaster I’ve been riding is taking up much of my time and attention. But I’m hoping and praying…

  • Previously on River Jacks…

    Previously on River Jacks…

    I wrote my introduction some ten years ago, with good intentions for a blog. But I never could seem to find my way across the river to that wonderful, flat, spacious rock where I knew I would find the inspiration to continue writing. Just over seven months ago, I stepped onto a rock that not…

  • I hate my birthday…

    I hate my birthday…

    (originally written Monday, November 8, 2021) I hate my birthday. It has nothing to do with aging. Part of me longs to have that next 2 1/2 years under my belt so that I can seriously consider retirement. No. I hate my birthday because next week will be the first time in 25 years that…

  • Welcome

    Welcome

    A river jack is a rock, worn smooth by the flowing waters of a river. Some are large boulders, some are small pebbles. Some are solid and stable, some are wobbly, or slippery with lichen and moss. I spent many a childhood afternoon hopping rocks on a small mountain stream, trying to find my way…