It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
So many memories put away. Need to go through them. No, not today. My Mom’s china, My son’s artwork and toys, Just start sorting through it, One of life’s little joys. Pieces that remind me where I’ve been. Memories of things I thought I’d never go through again. I take another look At the piles…
I came down with some sort of sinus, achy, exhausted thing on Christmas Day and have been laying low. Fortunately, I did get out on Christmas Eve and got to enjoy homemade pasta, beer and cheesecake with good company to boot. Eccellente! I also got in a few pleasant walks with the Brew Babes before…
On a recent walk, I decided to look for beauty in ice, which can be quite destructive. Such surroundings are bound to inspire thoughts of ice queens.
Some overwhelmed people hang out at a bar and pour out their troubles to a bartender. I prefer talking to my hair stylist.
For the last month or so, I’ve been caught up with questions about my life. Maybe this comes from recent health issues or thoughts about retirement, but the flood of questions goes something like this: Where have I been putting my energy? Does that really reflect what I value or enjoy? What parts of my…
Above all the other reasons, I write because the world is both heartbreakingly sad and hearbreakingly joyful, and the only way for me to bear the pain, the only way for me to bear the world’s bright beauty is to catch it up like a giggling baby and to set it down in front of…
