The thing about birthdays is that they happen. If we’re lucky, we continue to mark the day of our birth over and over and over again. I relished the stages of celebrating my birthday…..well, until lately. Continue reading
holding time in my hand
I saw some super cute trendy watches in a store last week. They weren’t expensive and could be changed to match the outfit of the day like earrings are selected each morning. Continue reading
the dog barf stain that just won’t die
I know. It doesn’t look like much but I’ve been after it for several years now. I’m not sure what exactly was in the dog barf I discovered in the corner, discreetly tucked by the wall as if to say “I tried to get out on the lawn”, but it’s become my nemesis. Continue reading
he plants trees and I grow artichokes
Every time we move to a new house I think to myself, “I should plant some trees; some apple or flowering plum or some such thing”. And then I don’t. Continue reading
looking for a sign
Sometimes I need to say “this I can change, and this I can’t.”
Photo courtesy of Thierry Maillot
the cedar chest
I’ve always just called it the cedar chest but I think it was meant to be a hope chest. The place where a woman gathers her linens and household items in preparation for marriage. Later to become the repository of baby books, dried faded roses and a maribou feather stole worn to prom some fifty years ago. Continue reading
in the middle of moving
“In the middle of moving” is how the email note started that was from my friend this week. I’m not sure where the move is to but I am sure that he’ll look up when he lands and steps into lifestyle changes and he’ll find fierce inspiration in all he does. ‘Cause that’s just how he rolls. Continue reading
my issue with beer commercials
Growling at the TV I said “I hate freakin’ beer commercials”. Qualifying that, I should have said “I hate most freakin’ beer commercials” because of course I love the ones with Clydesdales and puppies or even the singing frogs. Continue reading
what wearing saddle shoes taught me about a new job
As a junior high school kid in Oregon in the 60’s…yes, I wore saddle shoes. We were cool in saddle shoes and knee socks and plaid kilts. Continue reading
serenaded by lilacs
I know, I know….those of you who live in climates with year round flowers and trees won’t quite get this, but here we revel in the exuberant bursting of scent in our short seasons.
Lilacs sing with fresh soft colour and pillowy blossoms as they serenade us with their scent. What is overwhelming and overpowering in those body sprays and bath bubbles, becomes a song in the June breeze of my yard.
Lasting just long enough – like a song circling your mind until the next one comes out, the lilacs are here to fill my world with a minuet from the composition of the season.
dear diary, it was a long week and the story of a new job
Much like Jasmine crashed in her nest, Friday night found me nodding off pretty early as I curled up on the couch. A new job will do that to ya. Continue reading
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