A Rose by Any Other Name…

Maery Rose October 21, 2009August 11, 2014

Just a heads up. You may notice on my blog and in comments on your blogs, that I’ve started using the name “Maery Rose”. Some people have already started addressing me that way so I figured I’d go with it.

First Real Snow!

This was going to be a post about Bisbee (one of my favorite Arizona towns), but with the onset of snow, blogging about the desert seemed all wrong. And I know I’ve been a once a week Wednesday blogger for awhile, but the snow would be old news by Wednesday so this week I’m a…

A Trip to the Dump

“Why do you write?” a fellow blogger asked in her post. “To find treasure in a heap of garbage,” I muttered to myself. Writing reminds me of when I was a kid and my dad or uncle would fill up a trailer with broken chairs, mattresses, ceiling tile and carpeting to haul to the dump….

2014 Gardening Groove

“In the garden one can see the time coming for both fruition and for dying back. In the garden one is moving with rather than against the inhalations and the exhalations of greater wild Nature. ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D. “Women Who Run With the Wolves” This has been a tough year for gardening. Wait,…

Higher Number Living

Remember how aging used to be something you looked forward to? How when someone asked you how old you were, you proudly held up your fingers and were so excited when it was your birthday and one more finger raised the flag? At age five, you started school. At twelve, you were practically an adult….

A Study in White

I am writing this on a Monday, a full moon Monday, where the silliest thing is making me smile. When I tell you what it is, you will shake your head, or maybe not, if you fancy yourself to be a woman who occasionally runs with the wolves. My 99 cent thrill is an application…