What sign? Did you see a sign?
Ruth Wariner is a beautiful, smart blonde with a bubbly personality.
However, she’s not “the girl next door”. Hers is a different story.
Continue reading “The Sound of Gravel”
So honored to be nominated! Thank you!!
Honestly, the title for this post should be “Better Late Than Never!” I’m almost embarrassed at how long it’s taken me to do this. I was nominated months ago for the Liebster Award by three lovely bloggers. I’m grateful to each one of them for nominating me. They are: Anxiety in NYC, Curious Queendom, and Raw Honesty. Please visit their amazing blogs!
It would take me way too long, and be much too overwhelming to answer each of their questions. So, I’ll take some questions from each of them and mix it up a bit! I’m also going to add more nominees than suggested.
- Thank your nominator and tag them in your post(s).
- Answer the 11 questions given to you.
- Nominate 11 blogs with less than 1000 followers.
- Ask your nominees 11 questions and let them know on social media
1. Who do you write for? My first response is for…
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John Donne, 1572-1633
For Whom the Bell Tolls
“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were:
any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind,
and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”
Our thoughts and prayers to the people of Belgium.
It is another rainy day in Portland but I am determined that the weather will not get me down. I am starting my day with a positive attitude. My problems and challenges are still sitting at the kitchen counter with me, but I am approaching them with a bit of a John Wayne swagger mixed with a “win the day” mentality.
Did your Mom ever scold you about leaving things to the last minute? Mine did, but the lesson never stuck.
I remember a childhood story about a boy who always waited until Sunday night to do his homework. Imagine the upset when his friends decided to go to the movies one Sunday night and he couldn’t join them because his homework assignments were waiting for him in his backpack.
That’s how I feel about my upcoming trip to France. Did I say France? Oui! Continue reading “Paris? Oui!”
On some Friday nights, I make my way to Temple Beth Israel in Portland for Shabbat services. I fight the traffic and my end of the week tiredness to participate in a service in a language that I do not understand with people whom I do not know. Continue reading “Mi Shebeirach”
One of my spring rituals is to moan, groan and make everyone within a ten mile radius perfectly miserable as I get in the mood, find time for, and finally settle down to do my taxes.
If I would carve out a nanosecond of the hours I spend kvetching, I would be done in an afternoon. But no, I follow the same playbook each year which may be another definition for insanity. Here is my foolproof system for the dreaded tax day! Continue reading “Render Unto Caesar”