Snarky and hush…
A part of being snarky makes me hush. In that reflective hush, I can explore my motivation, tame my words, or simply stop the post. Continue reading Snarky and hush…
A part of being snarky makes me hush. In that reflective hush, I can explore my motivation, tame my words, or simply stop the post. Continue reading Snarky and hush…
The reason was this: I had walked into the nearly empty locker room before 6 this morning in time to hear a woman in a wet swimsuit say, “The showers are closed?” Continue reading Today’s workout goal? No sweat!
As I reflect now on my vacation, I realize that it was good and it is over and all is well. Continue reading Driving away the vacation lament…
Begin with the end in mind doesn’t mean focus on the end so much as to focus on making the most of the time before the end. Continue reading Begin with vacation in mind…
Knowing a friend is vacationing in Europe during this time of uncertainty makes this latest terror event too close to home. Continue reading Sweet on Paris…
I was content with an “out of sight, out of mind” relationship with my brother — until he broke his neck. Continue reading He is my brother still…
What do you buy a man who has everything — five of everything, actually, packaged up in each child who has grown up in our house? Continue reading What do you give your husband on Father’s Day?
Today I think of those who lost their loved ones. Of those who may have survived but will remain haunted by the images of that night, that horror, that loss. Continue reading Terrorism too close to home …
I have entered that period so many lament: the empty nest. My five children have left me one by one. But rather than lament it, I say… Continue reading Let the empty nest begin…
My back talks. When I listen, it tells me what to do. When I don’t, it gets downright bossy. Back pain, I’ve discovered, is a good teacher. Continue reading Six things I learned from back pain…
This auto-flushing toilet was like a bidet. It flushed five times while I sat on it, and I was not on it long. Continue reading On an overly exuberant toilet…
My mother has loved me well. I will remember that as she remembers less and less — and love her well in return. I hate Alzheimer’s disease. Continue reading For the love of mom…
Longer workouts, shorter waits, happy hair, and still early to work — all because I didn’t get what I wanted. Continue reading Skimpy showers suit me…
Showing your art or writing for public consumption is like offering your heart, your very self — and chancing rejection. It isn’t just a technique or a style or the juxtaposition of color. It is heart and soul offered. Continue reading Stand by your work…
I hadn’t realized until it happened that having one of my children host the holiday meal was a goal of parenting. Continue reading The goal of parenting…
How is a toaster oven like a sliding glass door? It sounds like a joke, but in our house it isn’t. … Continue reading When you have a screw loose…
To Whom It May Concern: (Which is not you, apparently, my could-have-been-dear, new next-door neighbors.) Some advice for you: When … Continue reading To my new neighbors…
If you’re looking for “Sound Off,” you are in the right spot. I have decided to rename my blog “All Things Work Together” — based on my favorite Scripture verse, Romans 8:28. Continue reading Identity crisis and blah blah blog…
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