No Longer a Sign…

“She turned to the sunlight     And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor:     Winter is dead.” –A.A.Milne, “When We Were Very Young” Happy Spring to the Northern Hemisphere. Wonderful Autumn to the Southern Hemisphere. Blessed warmth to those who don’t feel the difference. This post has been brought to you by March 20, 2019, and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. If you are wondering what One-Liner Wednesday is all about, CLICK HERE. Linda G. Hill is theRead more

Near Miss

They called it a near miss, but I called it strategic planning. “What are you doing, G?” “Admiring my recent work, dear sister.” The dark slits of her eyes narrowed as her chest heaved in disbelief. “Seriously? Why would you admire this work? It’s uninteresting and has no meaning.” “No meaning? Of course it has meaning,” he said as he smoothed insulted gray hair. “I don’t get it.” “I’m strategic in the placement. It’s exactly where it’s supposed to be,Read more

Processing 16 Years

Over coffee on Saturday morning, a friend asked me, “How are you processing?” She was asking about moving forward from my mother’s passing in February. A number of friends have asked this question in various formats, with concern in how I’m handling a new chapter of life. It’s a question that’s contemplative in response, at times difficult and at times easy to put into words, but I will try to answer. This is more than about mom, it’s a journeyRead more

SOCs: Soul vs. Sole

A warming soul Thaws into a puddle For a day Amid a sun’s swaddling Amid a cloud’s pouring Enveloped in glorious fifty And, then Ridges of a sole Hurry across frozen For a day Amid the pewter clouds Amid a snickering snowfall Enveloped in unwanted thirty Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus pointsRead more

Tasting Times Two

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”  ~Anais Nin~ Exactly. Why wouldn’t we? In writing, we can relive happy childhood moments, feel the wrinkles of an elderly parent’s hand, witness the landscape of a bike trail, and taste the black smoothness of the best.cup.of.coffee.ever. No matter the genre of our writing, we somehow invoke memories, experiences, senses and the here-and-now to create the written word and taste life again. Yummy! What is on your tongueRead more

Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

It’s Okay!

At first, I LOL’d over Monday’s “Shame Your Pet” cat calendar page. I have a cat that yowls at 3:00 am out of pride for the smelly Baby Ruth he leaves uncovered in the litter box. Yeah, cats are weird. Then again… There are times when I think we’d all like to yowl about something at 3:00 am or any time of the day over the things that bring us joy. The first bike ride of the season. The coolestRead more

Tanking it to Winter

I received an email on Monday from a co-worker. “Are you done with the weather yet?” My response… “I want to run over Father Winter with a tank. A huge tank.” She deadpanned… “There’s no need for violence.” Oh, yes there is, my dear. Yes, there is. The need for a tank began at the end of January, when a snowstorm turned into -50 F wind chills. Father Winter has been miserable ever since. Snow Ice More Snow More IceRead more

Faithfully Home

  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7 Mom found her way home last Friday, February 15, 2019. Home to her family of 15, home to her husband Evan, and home to her Savior, Jesus Christ. It was time for the dementia to take a hike and for Pauline to feel freedom from her physical restraints. Mom went peacefully in her sleep, a blessing that most of us desire whenRead more

From the Kitchen…

Natasha and I haven’t danced a polka in the kitchen for some time. It’s a bit unnatural. I’m not sure why because we often intersect in the kitchen during supper and snack time and making of the foodstuffs. You’d think we’d knock each other over once in awhile, or dance. On Saturday, Natasha was standing near the cupboard door that I needed to open. As I began to open the door, I said to her… “Watch your head.” Her response?Read more

One Liner Motion

“To me, if life boils down to one thing, it’s movement. To live is to keep moving.” ~Jerry Seinfeld~ I tell my chiropractor and massage therapist a version of this often. My goal is to physically keep moving. Except when I’m sleeping. Or on a Saturday morning when a cat and cup of coffee resist the urge. But still… I desire to keep moving. Moving toward new adventures. Engaging in a healthy lifestyle. Wrapping myself in emotional health. Pushing limitsRead more

SoCS: A Firm Grip

I have a firm grip on blogging But I don’t Squeaking in a post, barely time to visit you I have a firm grip on exercise But I don’t Too tired, too lazy, too cold I have a firm grip on home filing But I don’t Piling up in the closet, higher and higher I have a firm grip on reading But I don’t Too many books, the list never-ending I have a firm grip on chefing But I don’tRead more