The Mirror of Solitude
Before the chilling reality of Black Lives Matter made us all stop to face the fractured society we’ve allowed ourselves to be, someone on Facebook asked friends how their lives … Continue reading
Left-Handed Blog
Complacency sneaks up on you ‘ere you are aware. You don’t notice until you assume you’re paying close attention to life. Then, WHOOPS! Abilities you depended on to always be … Continue reading
New Old Answers to a Satisfying Life: Oriental Medicine
With a fresh decade happening, I’ve proved to myself that decrepitude can be managed to an extent by what you eat, what you do, and how much you love. But … Continue reading
Feel the Love?
Plug your ears when the haters talk and feel the warmth of so many other people who create and share good feelings. Right finally prevails. Good IS more powerful than … Continue reading
Rocky Mountain High
The other day when “the world was too much with me,” I spent an evening flipping through TV channels in search of something cheerful and non-stressful to watch. I wanted … Continue reading
My Different Person
At the end of the last presidential debate, the moderator asked the candidates to talk about someone vastly different from them who made an impact on their life. Of course, … Continue reading
“Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.”*
Have you ever tasted really great water? Once upon a time in my life, that question would’ve made me laugh. I was ignorant then…more ignorant. Two molecules of hydrogen, one … Continue reading
Cherishing Lady Slipper People
When I was in second grade, our assignment was to create a scrapbook of pressed wildflowers, labeling each. Since I loved wildflowers then as now—including those called weeds, I was … Continue reading
The Residue of Love
Mother’s Day is over. The kids and grandkids have gone home. My house is silent—but not empty. It’s filled with a contented sigh. I love the aftermath. Having friends or … Continue reading
It’s Not Funny If It’s…Snot
Does EVERYONE have allergies some time in life? I don’t remember having allergies until after I was married. When I was young, we lived in a forest. I spent lots … Continue reading
