Be careful today!
Especially if you see men with short hair and white togas headed your way.
Poor Julius. He never saw it coming.
The Ides of March
Julius Caesar is well-worth the read. Somewhere I have my college copy of the play with my annotations and 20-year old worldly insights in the margins.
Staying indoors on a cold March Day reading Shakespeare.
Perfect for the Ides of March.
Photo Lori Greer in Portland~
It is wonderful to sit by my fireplace on a cold, dark morning.
The sun will rise in an hour or so. There is snow on the ground.
I have a hot cup of coffee and a book to read.
My sweet Ginny lies on her rug near the fire dozing.
Could there be a more perfect morning?
In 8th grade, my girlfriends and I exchanged so much mis-information about sex. It is amusing today to recall our conversations.
Continue reading “Talking About Sex”
Reading this article in the
Wall Street Journal (WSJ) this morning made me happy.
Chagrin or a frown is my usual response to business articles in the WSJ.
Not their fault, just the nature of the beast.
“Haagen-Dazs ice cream will be among hundreds of products available through a new refillable-container project.” PHOTO: TERRACYCLE, The Wall Street Journal, CMO TODAY.
Continue reading “Branded Litter Begone!”
Here is a list that Jazz Age novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald sent his 11-year old daughter Scottie in 1933 of things to and not to worry about.
She was the only child of Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.
Continue reading “What to worry about or not…”
I am in Alabama caring for my sweet little granddaughter while my son travels to conferences.
She attends daycare in the mornings. As I was sitting at my desk relishing the chance to work uninterrupted, my phone buzzed with a notification that someone was at the front door.
Continue reading “Thanks Google”
When I consider that Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for over 24 years, I think what a long time that was. It seems inconceivable.
When I consider that my husband died at 58 years it does not seem nearly long enough. A life cut short. Continue reading “Help Me Out Here, Einstein”
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I awake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
It feels to me as though we are living in perilous times.
World peace, economic stability…all seems like pipe dreams.
Hence, this poem by
I am under a lot of stress.
My daughter-in-law has stage 4 cancer.
I started a new job recently which is not going well.
I lost my job…
It is cold outside.
Continue reading “Dealing With Stress…”