I laid on my bed and bawled. My pillowcase was damp on the edge, and I was desperately trying to muffle my sobs because I knew, I just knew, If I didn’t, that my mother would hear me, and then she would walk in and gently ask, “What’s the matter, honey?” That always makes it so much worse. And the pain. It would never end. Because… He… [choking]… He didn’t like me! That, my friend, is junior high. I don’t... Read more
I don’t just want to use my eyes. I want to see. I want to get beyond the surface, beneath the skin. “Open the eyes of my heart; I want to see You.” ~ Paul Baloche I want to see. I appreciate beauty. I do. I am deeply appreciative of the loveliness of the world around me. I take many pictures of things that move me. Most of them never make it past the phone or the computer. I am... Read more
“What encouraging words do you want the people you care about to hear as they begin a new year?” That was the prompt that Holley Gerth gave on January 1 to begin her new series: Coffee for Your Heart. (You can read about it by clicking on the illustration at left, and read more entries, or link up yourself here.) If there’s one thing I learned in the past year (and something I should’ve learned a long time ago, that’s... Read more
“There!”“Where?”“Out there! See?”“Oh, now I do. In the East.”“Yes. That cloud of dust.”“That’s a caravan, isn’t it, Aziz?”“Yes, it is.” “Tell Nathan to go into town, and tell them a caravan is coming. It looks large.” ***** “There must be twenty camels.”“And, look! They have horses!”“Hmmm… that’s not something you see every day. Not around here.” ***** “We saw his star at its rising and have come to do him homage.” … and on entering the house they saw the... Read more
I’d say we should talk about Fight Club, but you know how that goes… My goodness, what a topic. Is there anything good to say about getting in a fight? To me, a fight is not: a disagreement, an argument, or a difference of opinion. To me, a fight is pure nasty, passion-driven, way-beyond-shouting craziness. I would have to say, most times, it involves physical violence. That’s why I’m reluctant to say that married couples fight (although I certainly know... Read more
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,800 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see the complete report. Read more
I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner. As you may be aware, I’ve been pondering my new “word” for this year. It’s been a struggle, to say the least. (FYI: It was a struggle last year, too. I think if it’s not a struggle, maybe it’s not a good word. Hmmm…) I had developed a plan, which I talked about here. I followed all my own directions. Nothing. Ugh. Blergh. I left it alone for a while. Then,... Read more
It’s been an interesting, eventful year, and I remain unashamed. When I first became aware of the concept of picking one word for the year, instead of a passel of New Year’s Resolutions, I was immediately intrigued. I’ve never been much of a resolution keeper, anyway, but this sounded do-able. For a couple of weeks, I had struggled with what word to pick. I love words, and, well, picking just ONE of them seemed an unlikely prospect. Nevertheless, I struggled... Read more
I’m always happy to find a good thrift store denim skirt, and in the spring got a real gem: a slightly flared, eight-gored number from Nordstrom. I wore it a couple dozen times this past summer alone. However, in the course of moving a couple months ago, I tore one of the waist hooks and though I tried a variety of methods, couldn’t salvage the original. (It was not a sewn hook, alas.) I had bought a pack of Dritz... Read more
Walking this morning, I noticed the first frozen-over puddle. After crossing the street I bent down to capture these frosted leaves before the sun melted such delicate velvet. Related articles First Frost (exburyegg.me) A Bird In The Frost (verajackson.wordpress.com) First frost (yearofbeingme.wordpress.com) Read more
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