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The kids were at the park today, and my grandson, who has an eye for spotting treasures, saw this beauty laying in the sand. It wasn’t moving, so it may well be at the end of its life cycle. Has you ever seen such a beautiful moth? Rosy Maple Moth, probably a male. It’s called …
Continue reading "Day #11: On beauty, life, and live and let live"
I will be the first to admit that I have not paid attention today. Since the moment I woke up, let the dogs out and fed them, fed the cats and cleaned out their litter boxes, and wrote in my journal a little, my mind has been two steps ahead and not in the present. …
Today, on Facebook, two photos of moss roses came up in my memories from last July. I had forgotten all about them. The year before last, Ainsley potted a selection of flowers for me. The moss roses were my absolute favorite — the color, the shape of the petals, the leaves. Perfection. Although moss roses …
Nothing like a little procrastination on a rainy Saturday, which also included an afternoon nap. I had all day to write. Now it’s evening. A good friend noted that, as of yesterday, I’ve written for one week straight. That’s an accomplishment for me and one I feel good about! Today I’m feeling the resistance. If …
I think it’s fair to provide an update to yesterday’s post. The mechanic found a nail in my tire, patched it up, and I was good to go —for $27.44. And, as a side bonus, before they looked at my deflating tire, they offered the possibility of a used tire, if the tire on my …
Today’s post will be a short one (maybe). I don’t feel much like writing, but I made the commitment to myself … and writers write. So here goes. Maybe you can relate to my day. It started with an unexpected discovery: that I had a flat tire, just as I was leaving for work. I …
Continue reading "Day #6: When it rains, it pours (but not that kind of rain)"
As I write this, it is 7:37 p.m. and 83°. Thunderstorms are predicted to begin at 8 and last all night. If the past few months are any indication, however, the forecast will change in about 30 minutes for no rain until four or five days from now. Of all the really dumb things I …
Continue reading "Day #5: Where’s Sonny Eliot when we need him?*"
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved to cook. I’ve collected cookbooks since my college days, and still have my tattered favorite, a paperback copy of The All New Fanny Farmer Boston Cooking School Cookbook. The spine has split into several sections by now, and some of best-loved recipes, like the one for …
Continue reading "Day #4: Cooking as creativity, and courage"
It’s been one heck of a day. I staffed the office alone while my colleagues took the day off. Because it was the Monday before the July 4 holiday, I anticipated a quiet, uneventful work day. How wrong I was. The office was hopping pretty much from the moment I unlocked the door and flipped …
Continue reading "Day #3: When something becomes everything"
I am a statistic. And before you count yourself out, know that you may be one, too. Roughly 1 in 5 Americans is living with a mental illness, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Of those, the three most common diagnoses are anxiety disorders, depression, and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Check, check …
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