I am reading The Gift of Years: Growing Older Gracefully by Joan Chittister, a book about “becoming” after retirement. Much of what I’ve read so far is about the freedom that comes from being outside the corporate world, where image matters so much. But I’m still in that world…
I recently completed a free online course called “The Science of Happiness.” Sounds hokey, touchy feely, worthy of an eye roll, I know, but it was actually very good…
I was introduced to sixteen-year-old Minnie Marks on the blog called A Mermaid in the Attic. I was so blown away I had to throw together a post to share the discovery. Oh to be 16 with so much talent and… I’m searching for the right word without being patronizing. I would say from her outfit she has…
Occasion for Cussing Numbers gather before me Like enemy troops They raise their rifles I pull out my secret weapon Turbo Tax Certainly it will save me If I can just find My account websites And remember the passwords To print the forms That hold the encrypted messages Almighty Turbo Tax Has the decoder ring I…
I’m looking for A rhythm Like hoofbeats On rock Like a rider Who is joined In the up And the down And the breath And the heart And in knowing This is right You know the feeling. Golfers and baseball players call it the “sweet spot”. It’s that moment when you get it just right. The longer…
I got together with some friends the other day and they gave some rather “unique” belated-birthday gifts. There was also a candy necklace in the goody bag but I already ate that. There is one gift in there that I’m not going to call by name or I’ll get all sorts of weird Googling traffic. My…
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I love the poem Maery…and the look on the chicks face is adorable, a cutie.
Oh the chick are so cute 🙂
You are a poet my friend. I love the fluffy little peepers!!! Cute!
God bless ya sweetie!!! :o)