Yesterday’s meeting of our bookclub left me feeling wonderful. Continue reading “It’s all good…”
One of my favorite sayings is this one.
The mouth should have three gatekeepers.
Is it true?
Is it kind?
Is it necessary?
My recent flights from Portland to Atlanta and on to Alabama afforded ample time to think.
It was a case of two planes, no trains, and one automobile. Twelve exhausting hours.
Here are my coffee-stimulated, waiting room, intercom inspired thoughts.
In case you are wondering (and I know you are), I have a love-hate relationship with gas.
I am nervous when something seems to go wrong such as a wonky pilot light.
I often leave a window or door partially open when using gas.
As a new bride I brought no domestic skills into my marriage. I was worthless!
My husband did not care as he was adept at so many things many of which he learned from his incredible mother Mabes.
Plus, he had learned to take care of himself thanks to the Army and living on his own. Continue reading “Happy Birthday Mabes!”
Here we are in December!
These are my last “free” days before the fluster and flurry of the holidays begin. Continue reading “Deer in the Headlights”
“But when from a long distant past, nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remained poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering , in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.” excerpt from Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust. Continue reading “Finding Grace in a Grilled Ham & Cheese”
Lately, I find myself yearning to create physical beauty. I want to sit and paint. I want to sit and draw. I want to experience the world in a different way. Continue reading “Creating Beauty”
I often feel as though my life has been lived as a subset of someone else’s life. Not that it was not good. It was so good in so many ways. Good to be a wife, a mother, a sister, an employee. Now, it is different as a widow, as a person who is not accountable to anyone. There is great freedom in being alone but also great loneliness and much sadness. Continue reading “Who I Am & Why I Am Here…”