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.
Sometimes, looking back at how I’ve changed in the past few years, I feel like I’ve finally grown up and become an adult. Not that this means that I don’t still make mistakes (I am the Queen of Mistakeville). It doesn’t mean that I’m not silly or childlike at times.
Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else. –Will Rogers My fence passed inspection today – Yeh! While working on switching out a rotting deck railing and missing flashing between my deck and house, my contractor discovered that the deck was not properly attached to the house — like no rim…
Finding my usual mode of operation insufficient, I look for a better way of living since setting our clocks to not-normal-time.
As I recovered at a snail-pace from a cold last week, I did a lot of reading. There wasn’t much else I could do. Internally though, I felt like a hive of bees. When the end of my life does come, I should have a gravestone that includes a To Do list: Ask for wings …
I have so many things running around in my head that I could possibly write five blog posts with them or one disturbingly long one that would take my mind-waterfalls and summon up one big gushing tsunami. But I don’t have the time. Or the energy. So here are the bullet points: After much trepidation,…
I was listened to Sarah Werner’s podcast titled “Getting Back to Writing” when the question came to me, why is it so hard to pickup your life where you left off? I completed the Culinary Nutrition Expert (CNE) program a couple weeks ago, and I feel like I’ve been floundering ever since. “What’s next?” I…
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Maery Rose….I love your story!