My husband and I were discussing the passage of time the other day as we walked Booker. We agreed that there comes a moment of jolting revelation—you realize you have lived more days than you probably have left—that alters one’s thinking. Of course nobody knows how much time they have on this earth, and the common sense approach is to… Read More
Dishwasher Demons…
It started with a weird sound. Instead of the background thrum the dishwasher usually made as it lightened my daily task, I heard a harsher mechanical sound. Imagine a grinding angry sound instead of a happy hum, and you’re close. Hmmm. A few days later, although the dishes were still coming out clean, I noticed the dishwasher was not fully… Read More
Accepting nature’s patterns…
Earlier this week I joined a dear friend in her garden for a glass of wine and conversation. We had not seen each other for a number of months and the reunion was filled with hungry questions, raucous laughter, and patient listening. The afternoon sun, although shining like thick lemon custard, quickly lost its power to warm. We shivered into… Read More
Nuts!
The call came in yesterday—there was to be a potluck lunch held at my husband’s office for a worker moving on to a new job. When my husband came home last night I asked him what he was going to bring. “What do you mean?” he said. “You are going to be part of the luncheon, so you need to… Read More
A poem that always brings me to center:
Picking Daisies If I had my life to live over…I’d dare to make more mistakes next time… I would be sillier than I have been this trip… I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans…If I had my life to live over, I would start… Read More
So? A needle pulling thread…
I hate sewing. Okay, hate is a strong word. My inablility to sew is more like a genetic flaw that I resent. My grandmother was a fine seamstress. My mother made beautiful quilts and was a prolific embroiderer. Me? Nada. The seamstress genetic pool dried up when I arrived on earth. I prick my fingers, tangle the thread into hopeless… Read More
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