Musings: Sleep of the Innocent

The noise was deafening. People all around us, a blur of voices, each louder than the other in an attempt to be heard. Screams...

The bravest person

Musings by Regena HandyIt’s a bit obscene to me the huge amount of money made by a small percentage of the population. Included in...

Matching dresses

Musings By Regena Handy We stood at the front steps of the house, the pink peonies that grew on each side framing our pose. I remember...

Tiny monsters

Musings By Regena Handy Looking back at the incident, she must have thought I’d taken leave of my senses. Parting her soft, baby fine hair with...

The sounds of silence

 MUSINGS By Regena Handy Often I sit on the porch and drink my second cup of morning coffee. (One of the major perks of retirement.)  Even...

Waiting for the ship

Musings By Regena Handy No doubt he would be surprised to know I still have it—a little ship replica that he gave me one time. Certainly...

The lonely call

Musings by Regena Handy The memory has stuck with me for years. My brother and I were in the reception area of the VA Hospital in...

Learning to compute

By Regena HandyWe all know the best stories are the ones that can’t be told, for the most interesting ones always involve other people. Oh,...

Stuff and more stuff

By Regena Handy I remember hearing once that moving seven times is comparable to a house fire—how one weeds out and gets rid of that...

A New Year’s resolution

By Regena Handy So did you do it, make a new year’s resolution, that is? Whereas some of us agree that it is kind of...