It isn't easy going cold turkey. For months on end I made a practice of not writing. It became a habit. Now, all of a sudden, I have to stop not writing? Every day? Not only that, I have to stop not thinking. Stop not observing. Stop not daydreaming and not making connections. It's a… Continue reading On the bus
Teen Demolishes Mother in Battle of Musical Earworms In a entirely expected triumph, clever Teen (16) overcame predictable Mom (50) in a battle of the earworms early this morning. Mom came out strong in the first hours of the morning with the Carpenters' "Close to You," but she was easily bested by Teen's "You'll be Back,"… Continue reading Area Woman Has Cold Hands
Sometime in 2013 (the exact date escapes me because, like so many other firsts, I didn't realize it would be a significant first), I met Ruth. Well, when I say "met," I mean something more like "became aware of via a friend via a friend in the online world." We started to chat online, visiting… Continue reading Stone by stone, reply by reply
When I was child, I never had a clue what I wanted to be when I grew up. I assume various adults asked me the question, but I don't remember the asking, and I certainly don't remember my answers. I wanted to read, and play with animals, and sing songs. For awhile, when I was… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ My work
You may think I've forgotten about you, but I really haven't. Honest. I have been writing and writing. I have hundreds of photos. I have draft posts and ideas for more. I have favorite songs to share. I have memories to try to capture. I have recipes! What I don't seem to have right now… Continue reading Getting (back) on board
I'm home alone today, with no work to do, my piles of papers filed, the tax packet ready to send off, my office more or less cleaned, and nothing I must do. The weather outside is a bit nasty, with what they like to call "wintry mix" falling. The term wintry mix might sound to… Continue reading Wintry mix
I started writing this post weeks ago. At the time, the title seemed apt, but now it feels like I should rename it, "What am I not doing here?" Maybe the questions—and answers—are one and the same: Why do I feel compelled to write here -- to write at all? And why haven't I been… Continue reading What am I doing here?