Storylife
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
Is there anyone out there who doesn’t want to leave their own individual mark in the world? There are the literal marks, like the graffiti I saw in New York. And I’ve found this Electric Man on a few utility boxes around town. We’re not quite as colorful or imaginative in the burbs. And I pass…
The great thing about traveling is having the chance to be in an unfamiliar environment where you see and experience things you don’t normally see at home and interact with different people. So one would think that the good thing about coming home would be the familiarity and the comfort and convenience found there. Which is why I was surprised to find that when I came home, things actually looked different to me.
Last Sunday in the New York Times, there was an article about a new animated movie produced by Disney’s Pixar coming out on June 22nd that caught my attention. I’m not generally drawn to animated movies. Perhaps that’s because of one too many viewings of “Bambi” and “The Little Mermaid” or that adult cartoons, like…
I’m reading C. S. Lewis’s “A Grief Observed”. Lewis is writing of his wife’s death and the emotions he felt and insights he gained. Having a spouse die is much different than losing them to divorce. For example, when your spouse dies, you don’t fall apart because you are missing them horribly and at the…
I’m working a lot And thinking and worrying about work a lot And trying to figure out how to stop stressing about work a lot Many visits to a financial planner later Walla! There’s a retirement plan I say, “I’ll work for five more years.” “Eight would be better,” he says. “I’ll tighten my budget,”…
The ice princess Surveys her kingdom She seeks out her trusty steed To carry her on her journey Perhaps they will jump onto a shard of ice And float to New Orleans Or they may simply stand on shore Watching the ice burn orange
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Maery Rose….I love your story!