My brain is not a tidy place. My thoughts–and therefore my posts–are not easily categorized, so I find it necessary to create a holding place for the things that do not neatly fit into a specific category. Those are the posts you will find here–a bit of this and a bit of that.
I’m going on a little tangent with this week’s blog. I’m curious to know if any of you have recurring themes to your dreams. I hope you will share in the comments. I seem to have three. (I may be about to share more of my craziness than you care to know, but here goes.)…
This week is my youngest brother’s birthday. It is also the first anniversary of his passing. Actually, passing is too gentle a word. He was yanked from us suddenly and without warning, and as I write this, I find the pain is still fresh. But most of the time, I remember him with a joy that is…
When my daughters were young, they said some pretty amazing things—some of them profound, some of them funny, some of them so sweet they’d melt your heart. I thought I’d remember them forever. A few I did; most I did not. So when the grandchildren started to say things I didn’t want to forget, I…
I have a confession to make. Well, actually I have several. Then I hope you’ll return the favor. I thought it might be a fun way to get to know each other better. They say confession is good for the soul, right? I stole this idea from Hungry Runner Girl. I’m obsessed with her…
If you could spend one day with anyone you wanted, who would it be? I asked myself this question recently and agonized over it all day—as if I could come up with one, it might really happen. In the end, I narrowed the list to three; that was the best I could do. So in…
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride!’” ~Hunter S. Thompson In my head, I am still…
“Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs.” ~Sebastian Faulks, Engleby What is your favorite time of day? Mine is dinner time—and not just because I love to eat (which I do). For me, on a typical day, dinner signals the end of the “must dos” and the beginning of “me time.” I know for…
“Surely, two of the most satisfying experiences in life must be those of being a grandchild or a grandparent.” » Donald A. Norberg Larry and I have spent the last 10 days living with three of our grandchildren—two teenage boys and a 10-year-old girl. Talk about a change in life circumstance (more food to fix, more…
When I was a child, we had a junk drawer (sorry Mom)—full of all the miscellaneous items that we might someday need, but that didn’t really have a place of their own. I can picture dried up pens, loose buttons and coins, a frayed cloth tape measure, bent paperclips, a used fingernail file. And for…
We spend January 1st walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives…not looking for flaws, but for potential. ~ Ellen Goodman It’s the final week of the year….
