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.
I’m getting together with a group of people to share our favorite photos of 2011. I knew I took a lot of photos but was still surprised at the quantity. And I was surprised by the ‘feeling’ of the year that started to emerge as I pulled out my favorites. 2011 was a tough year for…
Driving along the river road, I point my camera towards the sky at every red light. Traffic lights never stay red long enough when you want to take a photo. The people in the surrounding cars are staring straight ahead. They’re busy talking on their phones, yelling at their kids in the backseat, or drumming their…
After four days of my 100-day Time Treasure Hunt Challenge, what I have to show for it is this egg. Not really, but I had to show off my Ameraucana chicken’s grand accomplishment, her first egg. What this post is actually about is passion, but not the “find your passion” kind of bullshit we have…
“The more I read, the more I felt connected across time to other lives and deeper sympathies. I felt less isolated. I wasn’t floating on my little raft in the present; there were bridges that led over to solid ground. “ ~ Jeanette Winterson* I’m currently reading a book called “Why Be Happy When You…
1. Forcibly separated into two or more pieces; fractured — broken lives2. Having been violated — broken promise3. Being in a state of disarray; disordered — broken ranks 4. Spoken with gaps and errors — broken communication5. Subdued totally; humbled — broken spirit 6. Crushed by grief — broken heart 7. Not functioning; out of order — Maery…
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,”…
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Maery Rose….I love your story!