Pamela Wight's Blog

Complex Ingredients

The story of my life is wide and deep

Yet when I write of it, it’s narrow and steep

My past was daughter, student, wife, and mom

Well, now my present includes writing wom(an)

Right now? what explains my life?

Shoes that help me walk out my strife

Keyboard that follows fingers that move so swift

Telling tales from heart to paper, rarely bereft.

Papers are spread from kitchen to den

As I scribble all the love that I can

From cards to notes to stories sublime

My mind is calmed with the words that ...

The Dream Phenomena

I researched a lot before I began writing about psychic dreams and found out that I already knew more than most.

Many don’t believe that dreams tell us the future, but I was just a 12-year-old when I discovered the truth. Since then, I’ve often purposely shut out memory of my dreams – the future can seem dark and dangerous.

It all began when an elderly woman – well, to me she was elderly, but looking back she was 60-something – chose to teach me the fine art of psychic phenomena. Lillian was an...

Carry On Conversation

She stows her carry-on in the overhead compartment, then sits next to the window. Unfortunately, this is not a trip for pleasure. Nor is it for business.

Stacey sits quietly, barely acknowledging the large man who arrives to the middle seat and sits with a “thunk.” Fortunately, she’d clicked on her AirPods even before her seat belt. The soothing sounds of Mozart surround her, helping her swallow the tears that want to explode from her red eyes.

I will not cry. I will not cry. That has been Stac...

Can’t Help Falling …

“It’s right under your nose! Can’t you tell?” Cindy asks, with obvious impatience.

“Nothing is under my nose nor under anything else on my body. You’re looking for something that’s just not there,” Jennifer replies tartly.

Cindy rolls her eyes. Maybe her still-single friend is still single at the age of 48 because she has no clue how to read the clues.

“Jennifer, Bennie calls you once a day. He brings fresh mulch for your garden in the spring and bulbs to plant in the fall. He shares his favorit...

Shortly, my dear, shortly

I’d never met this doctor, so I was unprepared for his hurried and noisy entrance into the room where I had been waiting for him. It’s not called “the waiting room” for no reason. I’d been ushered into the room by the nurse who asked me my name, birthday, medications, and then promised, “the doctor will be in shortly.”

What an obsolete phrase – “will be in shortly.” Shortly as in five minutes, or 30? All in the eye of the beholder, or in this case, in the seat of the beholder. I was beholden to ...

Tattoo Trauma

I didn’t think she’d agree to it – my granddaughter. Months earlier I endured facial surgery to remove what we thought was an unexpected birthmark, which instead turned out to be skin cancer.

Originally 16-year-old Sophie told me my ‘birthmark’ was cute. “Looks like a heart, Madre,” she exclaimed, even though it was centered on my nose. After the surgeon removed the “heart” and the cancer was eradicated, I joked with Sophie, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to get a tattoo of a heart – you and me....

Unannounced Visitors

I’m ambivalent about the scene at my front door.

Do I want them to come back?

And by saying “them” I don’t mean the parents. These visitors are the new generation. Yet they return to the scene of their parents’, ahem, indiscretions. I blush. I know the couple who came last year were monogamous. They met, they mated, and then they created a soft comfy home for their offspring.

I’ll admit, I admired the tenacity of the parents as they, unannounced and at first unwelcome, built a hom...

The Eight-Armed Nanny

If only Mombo had not disappeared. If only the best Nanny I had from babyhood ‘til 14 years of age had stuck around for my high school graduation. For my college graduation. And how about my doctorate celebration?

Of course, my doctorate thesis is “The Disappearance of Octopuses from 2100 to …?”

My thesis advisor says my paper should be less generalized and should include an answer in the end. She agrees that I can include the history of the octopus, how they began to reach out to our kind – hu...

A Dreamy Spring Break

I read the brochure and wonder: Dare I? Dare I not? This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to go away without really going away at all.

Or, well, going far away to a destination unknown by taking a 15-minute drive to a tiny shop called “Dreamscapes.”

I’ve noticed the storefront every time I drive to my Zumba classes, but this is the first time I’ve received a “for your eyes only” brochure that offers “Your Spring Break of a Lifetime.”

My calendar is empty for the day, and according to the ...

Opening Pandora’s … Vase

I’m enervated and enthusiastic as I return home after meeting with some of my writing besties for lunch. Ah, the stories we share!

Smiling, I park in the garage, gather my purse and lunch leftovers, and open the door into my home, ready for a hot cuppa tea. 

But then I stop as if an anchor is placed on my ankles. Something is wrong, or at least not right. I feel a subtle shift in the house. Yes, a shift.

Occasionally, I get this sensation; after all, a house is not a static object. It’s full ...