All posts written by Connie H. Deutsch
Money for Nothing by Connie H. Deutsch I love to read about the success of other people, especially if I know those people. The one thing that goes through my mind is that if this person can do it, that means that everyone else can do it. And, if everyone else can do it, that means that I can do it, too. Okay, so I’m not Madam Curie and I will never win the Nobel Prize for discovering anything resembling …
The Black Rose of Winter by Connie H. Deutsch Cyrus loved working in his garden. It didn’t matter what the season was, he always found something beautiful to cultivate. His wife, on the other hand, didn’t share his love of the soil and always tried to get him interested in other pursuits. Their marriage was teetering. They used to have a few things in common, now they had none. Cyrus was always busy with his garden or his greenhouse. When …
I remember my university days when our basketball team made the news for taking a bribe and throwing some basketball games. The team was ostracized; our university suffered a black eye. If my parents had known about it, they would have transferred me out of there in a heartbeat. I can’t imagine what they would have done if they had heard about the corruption going on at Ohio State University. They probably would have taken the university to court for …
Throughout the years, I had always heard the expression, “Physician, heal thyself” and I always wondered why, if it was possible, didn’t they do it. When I started studying metaphysics, I wanted to delve more into the meaning of that proverb and what I discovered was that there is a very sound reason for believing it can be done. This will probably require a leap of faith but I truly believe that there is a cellular memory of our bodies …
Julia’s mother, Lillian, had the most remarkable memory for faces but she couldn’t put them together with the facts. Julia had the most remarkable memory for facts but she couldn’t put them together with faces. They would go somewhere and Lillian would see a face she recognized and she would tell Julia where they met the person. Julia would then tell her everything about the person that they had ever talked about or that she knew about. They did this …
Sophie looked around her daughter’s empty room and her eyes filled with tears. She had just returned from taking Gloria to her college dormitory and the two of them had put up some of Gloria’s posters on the wall nearest the bed to give it a familiar feeling. They were running out of things to do. All that was left was to put Gloria’s clothing in the tiny closet and in the two dresser drawers that were assigned to her. …
He wondered if she had all her teeth. She seldom smiled, and when she did, she put her hand over her mouth. If he were at a horse auction, he could have had the seller or the auctioneer open the horse’s mouth so he could examine her teeth for himself, but since this was a social event, the only thing he could think of doing was to try to make her laugh. He told some amusing stories and all she …
Maybe it’s because of my age. Maybe it’s because of the complexity of my life. Maybe it’s because I’m more God-centered than I was forty or fifty years ago. Maybe it’s because I value the simplicity of old age. But a childhood prayer has kept rumbling around in my mind these last couple of days, not supplanting the prayers I usually say, but reminding me of the ones I said every night when I was a child: Now I lay …
What do you see when you look in the mirror? Do you see someone who has inner strength who is willing to fight for his beliefs or do you see someone who caves in at the first sign of confrontation? We are on the threshold of finding out what we are made of because conflict is coming our way, whether we want it to or not. And there won’t be any place we can run to, to escape what is …
What I remember… Old age is such a liberating thing because we have so many memories and so much time to reflect on them. Right now, my memories of America are good ones so those are the ones I’m going to write about. In the not so distant future, my memories of what has become of America will not be good so I’m squeezing out all the goodness of my memories of the America I grew up in. One of …