So much. A car crash. A wave good-bye. A kiss. A moment to exhale and feel joy. A mere second is the action. When my heart skips a beat or my cat meows. It’s the back story to that second that I never seem to… Read More
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Replenishing the Creative Well
I write. Or at least I try to, and I’m struggling to finish my first book. I’ve slowed down, unable to put one-word in front of the other. Ready to give up. I am empty. Hollow. And ultimately, I know I have depleted my emotional… Read More
What I’ve learned in this pandemic.
A year. One year ago, we went into lock down to prevent the spread of COVID-19. We’ve suffered shortage, disrespect, misinformation and unsurmountable losses of family and friends. And now, as we slowly opening up, eating out at restaurants starting next week, getting vaccinated, schools… Read More
Gratitude Jar
2019 wasn’t such a good year for me. Nothing catastrophic, but definitely a bumping ride that I don’t want to repeat. So, when the New Year 2020 was fast approaching, I decided that I wanted to start a new habit highlighting the positives of my… Read More
Elvis Lives!
Or at least a resemble facsimile of him did at a party I went to last weekend. I remember the day when Elvis died. August 16, 1977. I’m not sure why his death made such an impression on me, I didn’t listen to his… Read More
Twenty Years and I went for a walk.
I spent my 20th wedding anniversary hiking. Yes, I know. Probably most people or at least some would spend their wedding anniversary no matter what year it was at a resort hotel with fine dinning, possibly dancing and most definitely a massage, but not me.… Read More
New Year’s Resolution: Make some goals.
I’ve never kept any New Year’s resolutions. Sure I thought up a few but once the party is over. Once I am back into the routine of my daily life . . . those resolutions I was so eager to start, work through, and… Read More
Looking for a pen
I spent twenty minutes this afternoon staring at the Back to School section at Target looking for my favorite pens. Surprised to say, I must be the only one who liked them, because I couldn’t find them. I walked out empty handed and disappointed. Something… Read More
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