“Are you ok? Oh, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” the lady in the puffy green jacket gushes at me as we watch the sock on my ankle bloom with blood. Not a big blossom like a rose but more of a little branch of cherry blossoms across the white cotton. Continue reading
Who doesn’t love Tom Hanks …… make a wish with Zoltar and boom! You are big. The movie was charming; the script playing out with the big kid in the fancy white house – not so much cause obviously the big kid in the fancy white house is just a spoiled brat of a child. Not an endearing kid who got big overnight. Zoltar, send him back to where he came from please, that’s our wish.
Some years ago I told a story to a group who were building a shared vision. I called it Indigo and Cream and it went like this;
I love to paint. Continue reading
Couldn’t come up with a better Wednesday blog post if I tried.
Where’s Caleb?
Held back at the border due to extreme vetting.
Notes:
The horse head squirrel feeders I gave as some cute-ish Christmas gifts (how fitting….. @dreamingofsquirrels1) were the hit of the season. Cause who doesn’t like watching a squirrel stumble around wearing a horse head? Continue reading
Easy peasy as I typed “braised short ribs” into the search bar on my I Pad and up popped a list of recipes. All I had to do as open the pages and follow the directions. Exit out and done. Continue reading
Who’s got the lighter, who’s got the matches, where’s the switch? Who is going to light the candle….. Continue reading
Sometimes I just want to step back to when being grubby was part of a good day. When my biggest hero was my big bother. When my little sister was a cute little pest. Continue reading
This is my poo pig. Yup, a pig made out of poo. A work of art as he sits in the antique china cabinet with my other pigs from all over the world. He’s special, a gift from a dear friend.
It’s somehow suitable to talk about poo today Continue reading
“You need to take a road trip away from your ivory tower and see how the real world lives. You’ll be ok, they have flush toilets and everything.”
It’s tough – I can’t discuss the election with my step-mom, an ardent Trump supporter Continue reading
“Never put passion in front of principle, even if you win, you’ll lose.” Mr. Miyagi
We’ve got some serious stuff going on in our world; serious, exciting, exhilarating and scary all at the same time.
It’s good that we care. There are those twirling noisemakers Continue reading
Mathew described why I share books “So you heard it too, I think to myself. You understood the music that moved me so.”
My father died in May, seven years after my mother. We are slowly emptying the house the two of them lived in together since the autumn of 1966, a couple of months after I was born. The house conta…
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